I recently quit my job as a content marketer. I loved the job, but hated the content. Getting mammograms for eight hours straight would have been more entertaining than what I was tasked to write about. So in the middle of wedding planning and a home renovation I gave my career the bird.

It was a decision some may call misguided.

Now, I’m a housewife. And despite what my extensive collection of yoga pants would lead you to believe, I have no business being a housewife. I don’t have children – just a beautiful, chunk of hunk – a bulldog named Norman. Cleaning bathrooms is against my religion. And cooking is just me trying to figure out how long is too long for aluminum foil to be in the microwave. 

People are constantly asking me, if you don’t want to work in marketing and you don’t want to be a housewife, what are you going to do? 

The answer is simple. Everything. Follow my stories as I try everything I’ve ever wanted to try and do everything I’ve ever wanted to do. It could be fun. And it will definitely be MissGuided. 

Checkout my giant TO-DO LISTS.