I have waited too long to take my place among the stage of public blogs…as a magazine editor and writer, I am an avid supporter of the blogosphere. I’ve written for our magazine’s blog. I’ve edited and assigned articles about the significance and utility of the medium. I’ve scoped out potential employees’ blogs. I’ve read my friends’ posts. So the curtain has risen and here I am, without a single reader for now. It’s quiet up here and a little lonely, but you have to start somewhere.

As I look at turning 25 in just a month or so, I feel much the same about launching forward into my next 25 years. Despite those I love, the friends I have rooting for me, the work I enjoy, the monthly paycheck, the grocery checker at my co-op , the girl next door who wants my recipe for biscotti, the cat who keeps killing small animals for me, the dust on the dresser, the small city I live in surrounded by the very big world, despite all of that, it’s quiet up here and just a little lonely. In the end, however, it doesn’t matter if you’ve got a million readers or none at all. It doesn’t matter if you know where you’re going or not. If you’ve stepped up to the plate, stepped on stage, stepped out the door, spoken up, tripped up, and spread a little love, you’ll somehow escape being empty.

So consider this the plunge. I consider this a space for sharing news and thoughts about myself, the world, media, inspiring endeavors, and where they all meet. I believe we need to approach media, business, education, politics and life from the inside out–moving from the heart and a conscious desire to better our communities. I also believe that we live in a world of overwhelming information. It is crucial that we develop as consumers of media and modern-day mantras–turn things inside out, find out where they were made, what they were made of, and just what they were intended for. It is time to create and embrace the good endeavors and share the stories that move us to be better individuals not depress our hope.

So this is it–from me to you, a little lopsided, unedited, inside out. I promise to stick to the name of this blog, STET, which is editor-speak for “let it stand.” Well, it was Latin first, and now we use the mark to overwrite edits from other overeager editors, noting that “the original is correct.” I’ll spend my days correcting content, but at the end of the day a little unedited STET therapy will be welcome. I’ll find that here.