“I’m going to start a blog,” I told myself when I turned 30.
I was loud about my plans. Even polled my friends for a name.
Credit for *West of the Story* goes to one of my husband’s coworkers. He didn’t know how perfect it was.
I grew up listening to Paul Harvey’s Rest of the Story radio segments in the car with my mom, quoted his books in essays and speeches and ultimately wanted to grow up to tell stories in that “where is this going”/ twist ending way he did.
And my last name is West. Which rhymes with Rest. So there’s that.
I’ve been waiting for the “perfect” time to start this blog for two years now. I think this random November day…where nothing particularly remarkable happened…is it:)