I'mma a survivor

If you don't know all the crazy stuff that has happened to me in my life then you've probably also never done Jager shots with me until 3 a.m. Suffice it to say, I have a unique story (yes, I know you do too, but this isn't about you.)

People (mostly my friends Christen and Natalie) have been encouraging me to tell my tale for years. However, I am lazy, and I fear failure (reason I am a paralegal and not a lawyer), so I come up with every excuse in the book to not write a book.

Yesterday I spent an hour reading the blog of a real writer (www.jennsylvania.com you should read it too) and decided that it was time to either write the damn book or shut up talking about writing the book "someday." This morning, I prayed for a sign while I flat-ironed my hair. Something like this: "Dear God, if you really think me telling my story will help people, please give me (another) sign. Love, Michelle."

Driving to work, I checked Facebook (he who is without sin, let him cast the first stone. I know you've done it too, so shut it), and I saw the following post from someone who it never occurred to me would read my blog:

I love your blog, by the way! Stumbled across it yesterday; already have it in my RSS reader. :)

Now, I won't even pretend to know what an RSS reader is, but I know that God is saying (through Nick), enough already with the procrastinating....I gave you the story and the desire to write it, now do it.

So, this is my way of forcing myself to start. An announcement on the blog means the pressure is officially on.

P.S. I have no delusions of grandeur, and I'm not daydreaming of being a best seller, and I'm not saying it won't take me two years to write the book. I'm saying, my story will inspire people who need inspiration. It's just a fact.