This picture perfectly depicts the face I am currently making trying to figure out how to start this blog. In the picture, I’m making it because I’m 16 and it’s New Year’s Eve and I’m clearly chilling with my dad holding juggling balls, of all things. I’ve always been intrigued by blogs – is it supposed to be informative? Or like a diary for the public? I think mine is going to be just talkative. I tend to talk a lot. And I like writing.

I thought of a blog because I was trying to figure out if a certain brand of essential oils are a scam. Turns out it isn’t – it’s just a business model that’s definitely not up my alley. What I also found out is that a whole passel of people believe strongly in essential oils, which I previously believed were reserved for head shops and hacky sack groups. So I decided to do my own research.

I passed on ordering through the company I researched, because I’m a single head of household and I can’t spend $30 on 5mL of questionably useful oil.

(Quick aside – remember when we were taught that the metric system was going to take over? And we all learned meters and liters? Good thing about that. I use them when I speak all that high school and college French.)

I thought I would document my essential oil journey (it seems like you have to call it a journey), but I didn’t want to write that much on Facebook or Instagram, because it’s just plain not the purpose. And so here I am, attempting a blog.

I paid a dollar up front and found out that I signed up for something like $13 a month to be paid quarterly to somewhere in Denmark. To summarize, I have learned so far that starting a blog is like many things in life, you get suckered in with a small investment and good intentions and then shit gets real.