Hi everyone!

This is going to be a new series I attempt to start with this whirlwind of a blog. Primarily because, just like all people who do the social media thing, I tend to highlight the GREAT things in my life. And shove everything else under the rug.

Oh, I started my detox. I’m so healthy. [I just won’t post the picture of me taking a detox detour – shoving french fries into my mouth at Happy Hour].

Oh, I went to the gym on Monday. Let me post a picture of my heart rate monitor with all the calories I burned today. [I just won’t acknowledge the fact that I didn’t go on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday].

Oh, I went for a hike on Saturday morning. [But let’s not discuss that I spent the remainder of Saturday, laying on my couch, scrolling through my Facebook feed until my phone dropped on my face].

So now my guilt is weighing on me. I need an outlet to vent the behind-the-scenes of my life. The not-so-great moments that should probably be documented somewhere.

But, I also have a reputation to uphold (AKA my mom reads this blog), so I’ll only be sharing a handful of confessions at a time. No need to go overboard with the embarrassing stories.

So, let’s begin, shall we?

1) Every year I try to buy my Christmas tree before Thanksgiving. Every year, I get reprimanded for trying to skip over a holiday. [They don’t know that I would try to buy my Christmas tree before Halloween if I could].

2) I would never take anything from a child’s lunch. Unless there are Cheez-its involved. When Cheez-its are involved, all bets are off.

3) When I drive, I almost always have one of my hands on the gear shifter. In high school, I thought it made me look cool to hold my hand there to pretend I drove a stick-shift. Now, I just do it out of habit. I already know I’m uncool.

Phew. I feel better already.

A more honest human.

Now, it’s your turn. Confess. It feels good.

Fess up:

• Would you steal a kid’s lunch?
  
• Tell me an embarrassing story. Do it. I like to laugh.