Folly started on a complete whim. I had been restless all night long and didn’t get a wink of sleep. With my laptop open, I just started to write. And write. And write. And then post. That’s truly how Folly was born. I’ve always said that nothing good can come past 11:00pm, especially when technology is concerned. (I’m looking at you, drunk-texters). But Folly did. And it was good. I didn’t know what it was going to turn in to. Honestly, I still don’t.
But I love it. I love writing these ridiculous posts and somehow you like reading them.
I’ve never been one to half-ass or involve myself in something only halfway. When something stops being fun and starts becoming something you procrastinate on, it’s time you take a break to rediscover why you loved it in the first place.
So I’m going to do that. I’ll be back.