So, this past weekend my mother told me she thought I should start a blog. “But I would want to write about too many things!” I said. “But I’m not a great writer!” I said. “But what do I have to contribute?” I said. And then, I actually listened to the responses I got.
“So, write about what you want!” Well, that thought never really occurred to me. I could never pick one topic to write a blog about. I’m too darn passionate about too many things in life to choose one (or two, or three).
“That’s the thing about blogs, you just have to have a conversation with the page!” Guess I never really thought about that. But really, the blogs I enjoy the most are the ones that make me feel as if I’m having a conversation with an old friend, not the ones that feel like an essay written for a mid level college english class.
“You contribute your passions. Just because there are a lot of them, it doesn’t mean that someone else won’t appreciate what you have to say.” So, now that I’ve come to terms with the fact that I may never have an expansive readership, I am more comfortable with the thought of writing for me and those like me, instead of writing to attract an audience.
I plan on writing about a ton of things, some of which include, in the order that they popped into my head: parenting, food, happiness, love, passion, weight loss surgery, medical things, learning, reading, cuddling, pets, home ownership, money, and generally living life at whatever age I happen to be at the time of the specific post.
I look forward to emptying out some of the things that are rattling around in my brain, and perhaps educating and/or entertaining some people along the way.