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My First Blog Post

Well, technically, this is not my first blog post. However, it is my first blog post in this capacity. As a massage therapist, I previously owned a web site and a Wordpress blog for my followers and subscribers. However, since I am deviating toward a different path at this point, I figured it best to follow suit with a new blog. And so, here we are!

If you are reading this, thank you for finding me important and interesting enough to spend a little while with me. I promise to make these entries here somewhat interesting and worthy of your time. To be honest, I am not 100% certain in which direction this blog is going to go. I created it mainly for the purpose of sharing random thoughts, feelings, and happenings that are going on in my life. I am somewhat tired of sharing things like this on Facebook; social media is fun but it is not as intimate of a setting as a blog. Does this make sense? Gosh, I hope so. 

My intent is to share more than just personal updates and random ramblings with you. I like to think that the content I offer is thoughtful, engaging, and incites some degree of feedback. So while there may be a few opinion pieces scattered among these posts, perhaps you'll also see things that may be of interest to you or someone you know. I've never aimed to have an audience for anything other than business reasons, although one might smirk at that declaration given that I am in fact quite active on social media. However, to be fair, social media gives everyone an audience, not just me. But I would be lying if I said that I don't often enjoy it... just a little bit. :)

I'll close this entry out by inviting you back for subsequent entries, the links for which I will share on my Instagram and Facebook posts. Hopefully, together, we can make my blog space one of your most enjoyable hangouts. ;)

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