bloomsbury

Round about a hundred years ago, Virginia Woolf and her pals formed a little group called Bloomsbury, where they basically got together and discussed the good stuff: literature, philosophy, politics, food (Virginia really did dote on a good meal).

Then, round about ten years ago, my friend and I ripped off the idea and formed our own Bloomsbury, of which we were the sole members. It was a beautiful thing.

And then, a few months back, we had the idea to share Bloomsbury with the masses. We wrote up some articles of incorporation and became an official non-profit organization.

Let me pause my narrative here to say that ever since I was 12 years old, I've felt 12 years old--a proverbial and perpetually awkward preteen. And then, suddenly when I turned 30 (which, to keep things in perspective for you, was like three months ago), I just felt 30. I felt like a legitimate adult. It was kinda cool. Anyway, so then when my hater-voices crept in and asked me what I was thinking, starting a non-profit organization?? And that that's what real adults did and didn't I know that I didn't do things like this? I was able to inform them that I was old now. In a good way. And I can do whatever I want. And then I stuck my tongue out at them.

Anyway, so...yeah. Now I'm part of a new-founded nonprofit organization: The Bloomsbury Foundation. Go check it out. See if it might suit you. Tell me what you think. And, if you feel so inclined, go ahead and donate to the cause. I dare you. :)