I’m a twenty-something who really hates blog posts that tries to tell all twenty-somethings what to do.
For an entire year I wrote a blog post every single Wednesday. You’re right, I totally do deserve a nobel prize. And now I post infrequently on any Wednesday that gives me inspiration. And those seem to have become few and far between. But I’m working on it, gosh, get off my back, you aren’t my mom.
(Unless you are in which case I’m so sorry mom I love you and I swear I only write nice things about you.)
The name “marecredi” is a play on the French word for Wednesday, which is “mercredi”. No, I’m not French (if you’re looking for some posh foreign blog to read and brag to your friends, you’ve come to the wrong place). I changed the spelling because my name is Marryl, a nickname of which is “Mare”. Get it? MARE-credi? I post on WEDNESDAY? Huh? Huhhh?? Shush, I thought it was cute.
Why Wednesdays? I suppose I could come up with some snazzy and deeply pondered answer, like Wednesdays are in the middle of the week and represent perserverence through tough times and realizing that you’re stronger than you think because you’re half way there or something. But really I just like puns. I don’t have favourites when it comes to days of the week. What do you think I am, prejudice? Jeez.
I could write more about myself but really I think you’d learn most by reading what I write each week. I mean, if you want to or whatever.