on blogging

I think of a lot of interesting things to blog about at the most inopportune times, like when I’m driving or running or trying to fall asleep. Then by the time I can write it down…it’s gone. 

Blogging is a lot easier for me than journaling nowadays, because of my arthritis. Handwriting is painful for me. I remember when I was in law school and we’d have (almost) exclusively essay exams; one exam at the end of the semester which covered everything and counted as your entire grade in the course. Sometimes I’d end up filling two blue books with my writings. My hands would hurt for days afterward. 

I know some people think I share too much of myself and my life here. A lot of people don’t feel comfortable sharing in such a public forum.  I have heard and read these critiques of my blog, and I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel the same sometimes. I think occasionally about going back to Livejournal, where I’d have more control over my followers. Even easier would be to make this a private blog. All I’d have to do is change my privacy settings. But then I remind myself of the following: 

About five years ago, this woman I know from Livejournal asked me if I’d ever be embarrassed if my child found my blog and read it. The answer then was the same as it would be now: no. What do I have to be ashamed of? I’m a human being who is flawed, who makes mistakes, who lives, loves with all her heart, and is just trying to be true to who she is. This is me. For better or worse. I won’t apologize for who I am. In fact, if I die young, I hope someone will direct Jackson to this blog once he’s old enough to appreciate it. What a gift that would be! My father died when I was too young to remember him, and oh how I wish I had a blog or journal of his; a glimpse inside his head.

I read an essay recently about social media, the point of which boils down to the following: not every follower or “friend” you make online is a supporter. A lot are secret haters that want to see you fail and love to watch you suffer. I’ve encountered a few of those in my time blogging, and I know I’ve had several readers since my divorce who are here only to have something to gossip about. While I don’t particularly relish the thought that my life is some sort of seedy entertainment for certain people, I’m certainly not going to stop doing my thing because of it. I can’t be everyone’s cup of tea, and I’m totally good with that. 

I’m an introverted person with an extroverted blog persona. I’ve always been better at expressing myself via the written word. Writing allows me an escape; the ability to release stress and anxiety. It allows me to share my thoughts, hopes, and dreams. I record silly things, funny things, sad things,  sexy things…basically whatever strikes my fancy. Then I review my archives and think to myself: Oh yes, I remember that. And regardless of whether it’s a good, bad, or seemingly insignificant memory, I’m always happy that I recorded it. I’m grateful to have a digital scrapbook of my life dating back to 2003.

So that’s why I blog. Not that anyone asked. This stream of consciousness has been brought to you by insomnia.

where i am right now with this blog

I wrote this long post just catching up on random topics and I deleted it because meh.

I feel like maybe I needed this more when I felt like my life was lacking something. I don’t feel that way anymore. My life feels very full, and I just want to savor those moments; keep them to myself.

I’m sure I’ll snap out of it at some point. Maybe even later today. Haha. I’m nothing if not fickle as fuck.

new month, new challenge

Hello, September!

I’ve decided to do another blogging challenge. I found one that will work with a bit of tweaking.

DAY ONE: Your Goal(s) for the Month of September

  1. Unpacking, unpacking, and more unpacking. So. Many. Boxes.
  2. Exercise more. At least 3 x per week cardio plus personal training x 1.
  3. Drink more water. Drink less booze.
  4. Read more. TBR list: The Handmaid’s Tale (book club pick), The Woman In Cabin 10, and at least two others.
  5. Get back into the habit of my daily journaling (personal).
  6. Try at least one new recipe.
  7. More self-care.
  8. Continue to purge items I no longer use/need. Practice minimalism.


I try to post every day, even if it is just a pic or a random observation.

Abandoned and/or rarely updated blogs make me sad. I always wonder what happened to the author. Is life so good that they can’t find time to write? That’s what I always hope for. Or did something bad happen? For a while, I had a lot of cancer patient/survivor friends, and I would lose it whenever they would fail to update for a while. For obvious reasons.

Anyway, I’ve been hard on myself lately because I’ve been feeling kind of boring. Happiness can seem boring sometimes. Like the mundane details of my little domestic bliss are exciting to me, but probably not so much to my readers. But…then I remembered that the purpose of this blog is to have a digital scrapbook of my life, and so I should just go ahead and record the mundane along with the exciting. It’s all about the journey, and those details matter. Well…they matter to me anyway.


Blog Challenge, Day 25: My top five favorite blogs

I read a lot of personal Tumblr blogs written by friends, but this list will concentrate on blogs written by people I don’t know in real life.

  1. Story by Modcloth
  2. A Little Earthquake – cancer blog/personal. Hasn’t been updated in a few months. I hope that changes.
  3. The Bloggess – I’ve always been bad about staying up to date on this one, but now it’s in my WordPress feed so yay!
  4. STL Hops – because beer.
  5. The Dressed Aesthetic – fashion blog. My favorite.

Blog Challenge Day 7: Pet Peeves

  • when people are late
  • when people drive for a long time with their blinker on (for no reason)
  • when a parent refers to their child as “mini me”
  • poor grammar
  • when people don’t respect personal space
  • mother fucking snap chat
  • poor hygiene
  • long winded people who just want to hear themselves talk. just get to the fucking point already.

I sound like a total asshole.