So, I am writing. I have finished an introduction, and am started on the first chapter. Here is a little window into my strange mind. Hope you enjoy!

I have to level with you – I didn’t realize that 30 was upon me. I always thought of 30 as an abstract painting on a wall at the end of very long and dimly lit hallway. I couldn’t see it, and it didn’t bother me. The problem: I’ve spent my 30 talking and worrying about everything else that has gone on around me. I have hurt and been hurt by those close to and far from me. I have had the privilege of playing in the rain with no fear of my appearance. I have enjoyed nights of nothing but listening to the rain on the rooftop. I have slumbered under the canopy of the trees with the stars above as my night light. I have seen things that no one should see, and realized just how great I have it. Life has shown me a few of her mysteries, and I have been both scared silly and silly with excitement simultaneously. Friends have come into my life, and then disappeared without warning. Laughter has poured from my heart until it produced tears from my eyes and milk from my nose. Love found me and blessed me with a marriage and 3 wonderful children. The family blessed me with a mortgage and the pressure cooker of a budget. When you cook things in a pressure cooker, it forces them to cook much faster. It also tenderizes – just so you know. Looking back, I guess that I can't call all of these things problems at all. They are just experiences - some good and some bad. Experience is what colors the canvas of life, and no color would be a terribly drab picture.

There is definitely something cooking...I can smell it. What does it smell like to you?