Back in Black

So, here I am again, in the attempts of unloading my thoughts, which more than likely ought to be kept to myself, upon you, the reader, whoever you may be. I am assuming that if you are reading this, you are willing, that you are here of your own accord, but if you are not, than I will try and make this as painless as possible. My goal in starting a new blog is threefold; two of these goals have to do with you, namely I hope to make you either laugh or think. The third is purely selfish in that I need a place to unload my thoughts. I've tried journaling but find that I never want to see my journal entries again because they are too heavy and depressing. When I have an audience (or when I believe I have one, as you, the reader, may not even exist) I am able to unload the overwhelming amount of thoughts I have while not taking myself too seriously. And not taking the crazy events that seem to follow me around too seriously. It is a humbling experience, but oddly, one I rather enjoy. If you can find humor in my experiences, than my life is complete... almost...
I have not written for quite some time, so am sorely out of practice. I tried to write yesterday and the experience was so overwhelming, I got a stomach ache from it. Of course, that is not saying much... most things give me a stomach ache. However, it was an especially bad stomach ache brought on by stress and the reason for this was that my thoughts have been cooped up in my own brain for so long, namely almost 4 months, that I began to put them down and they all started scrambling for first spot on the outbound express. In other words, my thoughts were crowded and chaotic, to say the least, each vying for first spot on the already full and scratched out piece of white paper in front of me. Everything wanted to exude at once, and I would have gladly and willingly allowed them all out, but the writers callus on my right middle finger has grown soft and began to hurt after not much time. That and my wrist began to burn. So, you see, my beginning to write again is far overdue.
I hope and believe that I have learned a great deal since last writing. Obviously, I have learned that I sorely need writing in my life. I hope that the struggles I have had in moving out and starting to grow up are ones that will enrich my communication with you, the reader, and give you something, again, to laugh about.
My hope is that by having a blog I will be spurred to write again. This is probably an unfeasible hope, and yet I am charging forward with it. So here it is, once again, good, bad, or ugly, the world accordion to Jessie... I will do my best to fulfill whatever it is any of you have come to expect of me and not terrify you with the plethora of thoughts that spill out onto the page.