I have often written beautiful blog posts, always in my mind, and usually in the middle of the night when I cannot sleep. Now that I actually have a blog, nothing profound comes to mind. Maybe this is not as easy at it looks? Maybe I'll drop this faster than the violin lessons I took when I was twenty-one years old, eight months pregnant with my first child, and forced to perform in a recital with elementary school kids who were MUCH better than me and NOT wearing a pink polka-dotted maternity dress? But that is a story for another day . . . when I am feeling profound. Tonight I am just posting to see something on my cool new blog. There, I did it. Yippee.