Let me start out by saying I have no idea where this is going to go. It's like I have a full tank of gas and I just want to go somewhere, I don't care where, I just want to drive. Except, its more like I have a head full of stuff and I just want to get it out, and I don't care what, I just want to write.
My husband has encouraged me for a while to start blogging and has given me lots of ideas - write about our weight loss experiences, write about our motorcycle adventures. My mom has often told me that I need to write down all the crazy stories about my kids. My cousins tell me to write down my childhood memories, (even though I am often accused of making them up just because they don't remember as well as I do). All of these ideas have their pros and cons, but I don't think I could stay committed to any one of these themes, so I have chosen to write about all of it. I like it this way, no rules, no guidelines, no restrictions. I can do what I want, isn't that what most of us really want? To do what we want, when we want? OK, that's not totally true, I have set some limits for myself, as I type I am mentally compiling a list of things I will not write about, some things are just too personal. The more I think about the topics I won't write about though, the more I want to write about them. I have always been know to give TMI.
I miss writing. I used to journal all the time. I never meant my writing to be private, like a diary, it just so happened to turn out that way seeing as not many people came into my room and picked up my work and read it. This may not end up being the most popular blog ever, but that's OK. I'm not doing this for anybody but myself. But if you want, I'm giving you the opportunity to a peak inside my scatter brain.
If you bring your child hood diary to work, I promise I will read it.
ReplyDeleteI loved it!! Don't give up your blog & God does have an end in sight for all of us....some of us (I can relate) truly travel
ReplyDeletea more challenging road due to the choices we make.
You're not alone!! We all learn differently & it's a pain to
learn from my mistakes!! Shoes...sounds like a shoe road trip :-))
I'll read anyones diary, I do love to read~