Jesus didn't wear jeans

No, he didn't. But I do. Well, I try to. It's a little frustrating, combing the racks for denim with a long enough inseam. I need a 37". Most 'longs' are 34". Hellooooo, high-waters. That happens when you're a woman, and you're 6'2" though. I guess that makes me a modern-day Amazon. No. A Glamazon. 

While it is definitely the tallest pillar (pun definitely intended) of my physical being, my height is not everything about who I am. In all honesty I probably couldn't make a list of all the things that make me me. I was going to name this blog Nervous Nellie to pay homage to the anxiety disorders that I suffer from. Then I started thinking: while that's a part of who I am, it's not all of it. And I don't intend for it to stick around for my entire life. So I won't try to condense my personality into a couple of paragraphs for easy reading. The human mind should never be constrained and condensed. Be who you are, no matter how much room it takes to express it.

So, anywho, this blog. What do I have in store for you? Lots of different things. A literary smorgasbord of brain droppings from my skull to your screen. There will be joy. Heartache. Anxiety. Laughter. We'll walk hand-in-hand through all my likes, dislikes, hopes, and dreams. You'll learn about my psychotic cat and adorable dog. We'll go over weight loss, dental floss, and taco sauce. Definitely taco sauce. But above all, this blog will have praise for God. He is the captain of my life, and I sincerely hope that I can reach out to others with my writing. He gave me these tools, and by golly, I'm going to use them!