I have a secret. I hate writing. I’ve never liked it. In fact, I try to avoid it. I don’t remember when my hatred began, and I don’t even remember what made me so averse to it. I DO, however, remember a moment in high school when my English teacher pulled me aside after class and asked me (in all seriousness), “Is English your second language?” WTF? Was my writing THAT bad? So bad, in fact, that she recommended I stay after school for several weeks to do one-on-one teaching? My confidence for writing was never the same.

So then, you ask, “Why in the world would you start a blog?” And in response, I say, “Isn’t it obvious?” This blog is about “stepping beyond the comfort zone.” Therefore, I’m diving head first into my zone of absolute discomfort by maintaining this blog.

The idea of my own blog started with me on the couch while my fiancée labored over his computer, running his own business. That’s when he so graciously compared my laziness with his productivity. I thought that’s why we were together – because opposites attract. Right? That excuse obviously didn’t suit him well because now I’m here, on my blog, writing this post.

At first, I didn’t know what I would write. I live a dull life where my idea of a fun night is watching prime time TV. And then, BLAM! It hit me. The whole point of starting the blog was to get me off the couch. So I thought, why not have a blog that gets me to do a whole lot of things off the couch?

Me not sitting on Mr. Couch

There it is: my story. Maybe I’ll learn to like blogging. Or maybe it will end up in the “I’m never going to finish this” pile, along with reading Moby Dick. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but hopefully the things I decide to do will improve me, and help me grow. In the very least, I hope to say goodbye to my dear friend, Mr. Couch.