As far back as I can remember, writing has always been the most effective way for me to process life. I journaled my way through the pimple-prone hallways of jr. high, the people-pleasing problems of high school, and the stress-infested nights in college, trying to answer the question dreaded by all seniors, “Soooooooo…what are ya gonna do with the rest of your life?” I have saved all of those journals and plenty more, partly so that when I’m gone, my kids can look back on my life and say, “Mom struggled with this, too?!” At least I’d like to think that’s what they’ll say. Maybe what they’ll really be thinking is, “Sweet Moses! Mom was screwed up!” And then they’ll go get themselves some therapy. Or maybe they’ll start to journal, too.
What I’ve learned about myself is that I really like to write. Not just because writing helps me to process life but because writing seems to be a more effective way for me to communicate. I don’t fumble over my words, wondering if I sound like a blubbering idiot, wishing I had said this, not that. Trying to “re-do” a conversation is more difficult (and embarrassing) for me than tapping the backspace key. Plus, now I get to sound like a blubbering idiot in Times New Roman. Or is this Arial?
And so, after months, nay a few years of putting this off because I was too busy or rather, too busy seeking perfection before I would dare start, I’ve decided to blog. I’m not blogging with a particular interest in mind, though I have many. I don’t have an agenda, though I plan to highlight those issues close to my heart. I simply like to write. And this blog will allow me to share more details of my life, our life, with those we love.
I welcome you to join me as I embark on this new adventure.