And so it begins, my journey into the abyss that is blogging. Yes, I was one of the ones that said 'I don't get it,' and thought those that did were having to feed some narcissistic need, or were on some grab for their piece of the 'fifteen minutes of fame' pie, but alas, here I am, throwing my two cents into the pot.
Why now, why here? Well, now because I've had two beers and my small, yet effective buzz has prompted me to take an even closer look into my already self-absorbed existence and here, because it's free.
I've got lots to say, even though I never say it; what better way to have my say then on a relatively anonymous blog? I wonder if it might eventually take the place of my standing bi-weekly therapy sessions...at $200 a pop, one can rest assured a more free-spirited (emphasis on the free)/creative approach to the calming of my spirit would be a welcomed change. Did I mention I do this life thing drug free (recreational and prescription)...no mind numbing here folks. On a day to day basis, i'm forced to look at myself in the mirror...forced to deal, and it ain't always pretty.
As the blog title suggests, I am a black girl...woman to be exact. This is my space, my domain, where I hope my internal dialogue will manifest into a living, breathing thing. I suppose I believe if I can get it out of my head, it will all begin to make sense. Whether or not that is the case i don't know -but I suppose this life experiment will produce results soon enough.
So how does the black girl do it - I guess that remains to be seen.
Here's to the journey...
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