Well that’s an interesting question. One that I have been asking myself a lot since I created this space one week ago. I am not a writer, in fact I loathe it. So how does one that doesn’t enjoy writing end up with a blog?

I guess I had hit my breaking point. One of total frustration. Here at almost 43 I felt kicked for the last time. While I have a lot to be happy about in life there has been a burning feeling of something missing. Not 100 percent satisfied with my career and feeling like I am not going anywhere had me always dreaming, but for what?

Never really knowing what it was I wanted or needed to get rid of that feeling. Often times I just ignored it but it was starting to consume my mind and life. Then last week something just snapped. It ignited a flame and that was it. I left work that night making a comment to a co-worker, “maybe I will start a blog”.

That night I started looking into it and next thing I knew Lolo Writes was mine. The feeling I had after was one I didn’t expect at all. I was happy and proud. Finally I did something out of the ordinary for me. Something I never thought about at all and I just went for it. Happily I can say I would be fine if no one ever reads this. It’s mine and I did it myself. The amount of pride and drive it’s given me in its week of existence is astounding.

This is my place to be comfortable being uncomfortable. Hoping that it can be read and others can gain some comfort in knowing they are not alone in feeling the way I did.

That’s the way my perfectly imperfect blog came to be, in a nutshell.