I had a blog once, years ago. It reflected who I thought I was, not who I am now. I found I felt trapped by the title. I felt defined. I hated feeling like a “forgone conclusion.”
Today, this day, I step away from the Diaries of a Fat Girl to sipping fine vodka without guilt and dreaming of magical places sprinkled with glittering sand.
(Martinis and Mermaids)