I know that title is bad grammar, but I like it for some reason, so just go with it. It is apropos (yep, I had to double-check that spelling) for me starting this blog, which feels very 2004 (when did blogs start? I could ask Siri, but my phone is in another room… I digress).

Anyway, I thought starting a journal might help me relax, but my hand gets tired fast when I write things out, and typing is faster and easier to correct, so here it is… my online journal that I will probably be the only person to ever read, which is fine by me.

Postcards from the Northern Edge is an obviously a play on the movie, based on the semi-autobiographical book by the late, great, Carrie Fisher. I liked it, it’s catchy, it wasn’t taken. Win, win, win. (Full disclosure: (I live on the eastern edge of the United States, but I feel like I live in the northern tundra, and liked the way northern sounded better than eastern).

In the movie (and I assume the book), the main character is trying to look at the bright side after moving home to live with her mother to try to get her life back on track. I occasionally try to look on the bright side as well, but I think I lean more pessimistic than optimistic. I would rather be pleasantly surprised when something works out than deeply disappointed when it doesn’t.

Some of the thoughts I had today about what to write about as I was getting dinner into the Instant Pot (Here’s the recipe. It’s delish. https://bit.ly/3ggGG2l):

• the Drama Queens podcast I’ve been listening to the last week or so.
• the book I love, The Rural Diaries, by Hilarie Burton Morgan that I just reread last week, which led me to said podcast in a moment of, “I wonder what she’s doing now…” Googling.
• the book I finished today by Samantha Irby, “Wow, No Thank You.”
• The book I just started after finishing Irby’s, “Mad Honey” by Jodi Picoult and Jennifer Finney Bolan, and the rabbit hole of beekeeping on my pretend farm it has sent me down already.

Maybe I’ll write down some thoughts about one of them later.

My brain goes a million miles an hour in a million different directions sometimes. Hopefully, this verbal vomit will help me focus on one thing at a time….. eventually.