Way back in August, I had a cookout in my backyard with family and friends the day before I graduated from The Ohio State University with my MBA. I have no idea why it is called "The" Ohio State University. That must have been covered in the orientation I missed.
It had been about four years since my last cookout and Linda raised the point that she thought I should be a writer because of the many, many emails I had sent over the years telling stories about nieces and nephews, Springsteen tour experiences and generally weird stories that I seem to encounter.
It echoed what a former friend of mine (Kelli) had once said to me numerous times as well.
I honestly have never felt I was very creative with my writing and it is a labor for me to sit down and type things out sometimes. I have always felt I was a much better as an oral story teller than a story writer.
Having recently graduated, I am looking for a job in the worst economy since the Great Depression, selling a house, moving out of state and have a little more time on my hands than I thought I would, so I made the time to create a blog and write.
My sole goal is that this not become a narcissistic piece of crap and allow me an outlet to tell my stories outside of emails. Hopefully, I'll have enough stories that I can post at least once a week otherwise I may dig into some of the old emails I have to retell some stories as filler.
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