Blog 1- The Introduction - I started a Blog and I already regret it

I Started a Blog. I Already Regret It.

Here We Go.

Let me set the scene.

Five years of contemplating. Millions of Instagram stories watched. Countless women confidently posting workout reels and high protein breakfast pictures while I sat there, phone in hand, deeply judging and secretly inspired.

And then I had a word with myself.

Mrs Em , you are a back office finance person. You will not be posting a workout video. You will not photograph your eggs ( Scrambled I mean of course its a family blog). You have limits and that is one of them.

So I did the next best thing. I started a blog. Like it's 2008.

Here's what you should know about me before we go any further.

I am socially awkward in large gatherings. Not in a cute quirky way.  It’s a scary reality,  the moment a  group grows past a certain number, my tongue physically forgets how to work kind of way. My people are few. Very few. Deliberately few. I curate my social circle like a capsule wardrobe. Only the essentials. Nothing that doesn't serve a purpose.

So naturally I decided to share my life with the entire internet. Completely normal decision. No notes.

I spent five years telling myself I'd write.

It was actually the dream back in college, before life handed me  spreadsheets at work, a husband whose entire emotional vocabulary is one word “Chicken Biryani”  and a 13 year old who thinks he invented common sense, (But that’s a whole separate blog ) .So all before that I wanted to  write.

I had things to say. I still do. Probably too many things.

The problem is my life has so many twists, turns and genuinely unhinged plot points that what should feel like serious struggles somehow always end up sounding like a comedy sketch. Every other person's misery looks surface level compared to the shenanigans I have witnessed, survived, and somehow laughed about.

So here we are. Writing about it. Finally.

Will I regret this? Probably.

Will I second guess every single post before publishing it? Already am.

Will I do it anyway? Apparently yes. Because I am an uncomfortable introvert who somehow cannot stop having opinions. An extrovert in disguise who spent five years watching from the sidelines and finally decided FINE. My turn.

 So, If you  have ever stress cleaned a cupboard , cooked a biryani you didn’t even want to make or smiled through something that deserved a full meltdown. Then you already understand me better than most people who have known me for years .

Stick Around it gets more interesting  and slightly more unhinged .  BLOG 2 is where things get real Thanks for reading , I genuinely didn’t think you would . Signing out Em