So now I worry about failure instead, but fuck it, I'm going to do it anyway.
If I fail miserably, at least my girls will have something to look back at as they try to understand how I went from a good little baptist, to a spell book stealing teenager, and a brief period as a new age holy roller to where I am now.
And maybe someone else will want to read it too.
Bear with me. Fingers crossed. Later Taters.