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Blogging - The Why

Several years back, I found myself inundated in projects at work, taking care of four children, and struggling to stay on top of the home, yard, car maintenance, bills, workouts, spiritual life, and just plain life. I'm sure I could list more.  Well actually, that's not just several years back - sometimes it feels like a perpetual state of being.  But for this story, it happened several years back.  My youngest daughter, Elanor, brought me a drawing to hang up at work - actually, more of an inspirational poster.  I'll post a picture in a few days.  I still have it at work.  It said, "A Girl Can Do This!"  It's become a thing we say now, when the task ahead seems insurmountable, when we face the unknown, when fear comes creeping in...."A Girl Can Do This!"  It's a way to psych ourselves into those things we don't think we can do or maybe even that we don't want to do.

My plan is to write about these things that a girl can do, this girl has done, this girl dreams of doing....the possibilities are endless.  Maybe in reading my stories you can find a connection, or perhaps some inspiration to become A Girl Who Did That!

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