Okay, I’ll admit my ignorance. I figured that my “secret blog” would be, well, secret. It never occurred to me that people would stumble across it while looking at something else. So, imagine my surprise when I got an email message saying that I had 1 comment waiting to be moderated. I suddenly felt so…..exposed. I panicked for a second, trying to think back on what I’d written about. Eventually I realized that it’s actually pretty cool to know that my work is being read. The comments are good, so I guess I can’t complain.
Yes. I should. I know.
I drove home from work tonight thinking about all the things that I could write about. I have a backlog of things to say. I think I’m approaching the point where I need to either get it all out- take a weekend and do nothing but type- or I need to just forget it all and start over. On the 30 minute drive home, in the middle of the night, I made a mental list of all the things I could discuss, the wording that I would use, clever things to say, whether or not I’d post this blog address on my Facebook page. The one thing that I decided I would definitely NOT write about is the fact that I haven’t made a post and that I have so much to write about that I don’t know where to begin. Hey, guess what……
So, as we’re approaching the end of the year, I think I’ll make a New Year’s Resolution to post here more. I won’t go as far as to commit to a post every day (although that would be nice), but I WILL make time to write a little something.
Now if only I could figure out how to add an hour to the day….
Really, it is. You need to find 1 word, or a short series of words, to make you sound clever, edgy, intelligent, cool. It’s too much pressure.
I’m a complicated person. No one word defines me. *I think I heard that in a movie once. Pay no attention.
I feel like I’m exactly the sort of person who SHOULD have a blog. If for no other reason, to exercise my typing fingers. I don’t know, I think everyone has a blog now. I suppose you don’t have to be THAT special.
Anyway, when I’m driving home from work at midnight and there are no cars to be seen, I think about things…strange things, normal things, parenting things, work things, society things. I find myself perfecting the phrasing that I’d use if I were to write about it. I’ve got a bunch of stuff knocking around in my head. So, maybe I’ll actually get some of down in writing and release it into the world.
I’m a lot of things. At the risk of sounding like a tool, I AM a little bit complicated. I can’t write everything about myself in one title. So here I am, Simply Jess.