The Elevator Pitch. Or, Making Myself Sound as Interesting as I (Hopefully) Am.

Seventeen months ago.

It was a rainy February Friday. It wasn't cold, but it also wasn't warm. It was one of those days where you remember that there might be this season called spring sometime in the future and walk around with your down jacket unzipped, but that also reminds you how thoroughly sick of winter you are as you dodge puddles of slush and wonder if your rain boots with their fleece liner will just become permanently attached to your feet.

I was sitting in my office staring out the window, completely uninspired, waiting for the day to be over.

And then I started writing words.

So on that uninspired and completely ordinary February day, this blog was born.

At first I thought I would write about books, because that is what I love. Then I thought I would write about running, because I love that too. Then I thought I would write about the political and social issues that matter to me. Then I thought I would write about family, because my love for them weaves its way through all of the other things.

And then I decided I would just write it all, which has been amazingly fun, incredibly fulfilling, and ferociously complicated to explain. I groan inwardly every time someone asks me what my blog is about. And then I sputter and stumble and end up saying something completely nonsensical but it doesn't matter anyway, because whoever asked stopped listening practically before they finished asking the question.

Well. I think maybe that stops today.

For Day 1 of Yeah Write's 31 Days to Build a Better Blog, the assignment is to write an elevator pitch. No more than 150 words describing what exactly we write about. Easy right? Not at all actually. But here goes nothing.

I used to write in a journal. I wrote about everything and nothing and all of the things in between. I told my stories even though no one would read them, maybe not even me once I turned the page. And I loved every minute of the thrilling rush that was putting pen to paper.

But now I want to share, and here is the place where I will. Here is where I will write the story of who I was, who I am and who I want to be. Of the family that made me and continues to make me. Of the New York life I never thought I would have and the big law firm career I never thought I would want. Of the books that fulfill me and the running that sustains me. Of the deliciously unexpected ways that life can surprise. 

This is my story. And I would really like to tell it to you.