I started this random little blog many moons ago for two main reasons. First, I had become a bit of a recluse and wanted to use this format to hold myself accountable to use my minutes in each day a bit more wisely. Second, I just really enjoyed the act of using words to create sentences in the written form. I've always enjoyed writing. The process has helped to clarify how I thought and felt about various topics. I'm happy to report that the former is no longer a significant concern of mine. I think that I've done a decent job, as of late, taking advantage of the unique things that the D.C. area has to offer. However, it turns out that I really miss writing.
My husband and I have been adding to our collection of Christmas traditions. Last year, my contribution was a Christmas letter, and this year I wrote another, which made it an official bonafide tradition. As I spent time tweaking the letter it sparked a desire within me to take this up once more, but this time around it might have a bit of a different feel.
During my last go with this, I became a bit too consumed with the blog world. If you don't have a blog, you might not understand; if you do, I'm sure you get it. I was spending far too much time reading and comparing. The established polished bloggers recommend a clear categorization of what it is you are and what you offer. Are you a fashion blogger? fitness? mommy blogger? travel? lifestyle? In addition to struggling with finding my niche, I also wavered with defining my voice. Am I mid-twenty something who writes with sarcasm and a touch of tactlessness? Or am I the established professional who shares inspiring and politically correct material?
It's only now that I realize that my challenge with this might be a bit of a universal feeling for those of us in our mid/late 20's. Our professional and personal selves are often at odds. What I do isn't who I am, but I have to be conscientious of the bits of myself that I share. Just a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma who needs to ease up a bit with all the overanalyzing.
Lastly, I drank a bit of the Kool-Aid and formed a pipe dream of turning this thing into a way to eventually profit. Who can blame anyone for wanting this? If you are an established blogger churning out pieces for profit (and somehow stumbled onto my little speck of digital space) I am so impressed by what you do, and I have a large desire to be you, but that just isn't my reality.
With all that being said. The real truth of the matter is that nobody genuinely cares, myself included. I guess that's a little gift aging gives you. You get to care far less about far more.
The truth of the matter is that my sister-in-law wants me to pick this back up again (Hi Ash), so that's my audience. If you happen to be reading this, and you are not my sister-in-law, you can expect some random non-cohesive posts. Some might be for you, but mostly it will be to scratch the itch that I have to write down a few words every now and then. If you are a blogger, leave me a comment. I took a break from reading blogs for awhile as well, and the landscape has changed and I do miss the community that this medium provides.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!