Erika's Field of Dreams

Everything and everyone has a birth story. Some are dramatic and scary and loud. Some are quiet, sweet, and could almost go unnoticed. But everything living is somehow born, and sometimes even non-living things are born, like this blog.

My friend Erika told me I should start a blog. I hate jumping on bandwagons and I sort of feel like blogging is the current cool bandwagon to jump on. I waited 8 years to read Blue Like Jazz (I just finished it last week, actually). I'm waiting another 5 years or so before I read The Shack. I was still on Myspace when everyone else was facebooking it up. I haven't been to the dentist in four years. I hate skim milk. And soy. I just started eating Sushi last summer. And I'm planning on getting my first smart phone sometime around 2032. So I'm already annoyed by this blog, but I love Erika and she promised to read it if I wrote it. Sort of like Field of Dreams. This is Erika's Field of Dreams.

I have built it; now she will come.