Starting this blog a few days ago seemed like a good idea. I was feeling stressed and lonely and felt as though it would be a good way to feel connected during my M-W-F days when I am home alone with two basset hounds. Currently those days focus on cleaning and internet-browsing, and it’s been getting pretty old pretty fast. Plus, I am undergoing some significant life changes, so perhaps my friends/acquaintances/random internet strangers would like to dive into my head and see how my life is going. However, now that I have had a few days to reflect on it, it seems like perhaps my life changes aren’t that interesting. A few people that I know who have started blogs post-college are studying abroad in far-off and exotic places, or other blogs that I read have a specific focus to them, such as clothing blogs or cooking blogs or whatever. So now I am thinking that perhaps my blogging motives are too selfish for me to continue on, and that who really wants to read about a girl who is, really, living a rather good, old-fashioned American life? A middle school teacher recently married to a physical therapist, who own a home in a quiet neighborhood with their two basset hounds. In the words of one of my former students, “BO-ORING!” Yeah, even I don’t think I’d want to read about that.
But then I realized that perhaps my experiences are not so stereotypical. I mean, let’s face it, this is MY life, and I am not going to relegate it to some common experience that every one will eventually have at some point in his/her life. While I may not be looking for some fabulous job in NYC or D.C. or galavanting around the world, or even struggling to find an apartment with some crazy roommates or whatever other graduate experiences people are supposed to have, my life still contains some spice, and, I gotta admit, a lot of surprises. And while I am not saying that there is anything wrong with those above experiences (they do sound fun!), I have decided that what I have to say in this blog is just as interesting or important or justified as any other. So there.
(Ok, and it’s not like anyone has told me these things – these are just my own insecurities coming out right now. Perhaps it’s lack of sleep or sheer boredom or my melodramatic tendencies that have caused me to write this entry. Yet I am not going to apologize for them and plan on hitting the “Publish” button right now).