When I think about the idea of keeping a blog, I feel really irritated. It’s like, why does anyone care what I have to say? I don’t know anything. Better to avoid steering someone in the wrong direction. Keep my life private. Leave people alone.
Yeah…I know. It’s weird.
Because when I think about all the ways I have been meaningfully influenced by other people’s willingness to just put themselves out there via their blog, it immediately adjusts my perspective. It’s just that I lose that perspective often when I think about myself & my own blog.
Oh well. I have stuff to say. I want to remember what it felt like to be 26. Or what it felt like to be a mama & a wife at 26. Or how it felt to try to move through this life with joy at such a crazy, intense speed (I’m not the only one who feels that, right?). I don’t want to tell anyone what to do or how to do it, but that’s not what I’m here for…anymore. (Oh, humility. It hurts, eh?) I just need a place. Here it is. It’s been here, waiting.
So…I’m considering the idea of a blog, & how it can be extremely instrumental in my life, & I’m welcoming that.
Here we go!