Cushions, Pillows, and Fluff

I started a blog. So sue me. I didn't really intend to, nor did I ever see myself becoming the so-called blogger type. I can take comfort in the fact that this will be viewed by a handful of people who already know me and needn't bathe themselves in my thoughts. I myself am one of the many innocents who got sucked into it all by the alluring ideas, recipes, home improvement ideas, and DIY pictures on pinterest that make you feel like you can do anything. These whisk you away to one of the hundreds of mommy blogs featuring another organized, cleanly, cook of a super being that must be from another planet. 

Matt says I am passionate. We all are, I think. Art in all its forms must be the food of passion, or maybe just the expression of it. I have been immersing myself in some art recently. Musicals, books, visual arts, movies; you know what I mean. The resulting emotional dissonance is causing myself to..spill over the top. So much to feel, to think, say and do and be. And in today's world of idealists and philosophers, we can all change the world! We have a voice! Any idiot can turn on the computer and write ideas to the millions of self-appointed critics, (or in most cases, like this one, a few pitying friends). We don't need any primitive town squares, taverns, nor wildfire rebellions of the university. We just need our little friend the blog. A source for approval and validation of our lives as we spill our hearts and guts to...who knows!? Where might it go? Who might be reading or viewing or caring? An exciting prospect, a risk and cost-free proposition with unknown results. We hope to do it all, create, share, change, and publicize....from our couch.

Fabulous of course. Is it any wonder that America is getting fatter by the year?