Firsts
Don't you just feel uneasy about "firsts" -- first day at school, first day at work, first time to have your period, first kiss (oooh, but that's another story ...), first time to drive a car, yada yada yada. Well, I feel foolish and techno-challenged right now as I do my first post in this blog. I've had my own version of Dear Diary before, as a kid, with real journals (one was a Hello Kitty diary) but this uneasiness I feel right now involves not only spilling my thoughts and guts to the entire human race, but, also, worries as an OC (obsessive-compulsive) who is concerned about appearances, grammatical correctness, and creativity, to say the least. I cringe, thinking that my headline is not too creative, the fonts' colors are not pretty enough, my sentences are rambling, and what-have-you. Oh, the agony of firsts! Firsts can be both torture and sweet pleasure. I think I need a pill ... Sigh.