Day Two

Well, here I am again.  And yet, I don’t know what to say.  I committed myself to this daily blogging goal and I already feel like I’m failing.  Failing who?  Me, I guess.  I’m supposed to entertain, even if it’s just me, with thoughts and stories and I’m at a loss.  I did have a good monologue going on in my head earlier.  Unfortunately, mom duties prevailed and I didn’t have a free hand to type.

Now that I think about it, maybe I’m not failing.  I am writing, even if it is shit.  We can’t be witty all the time.  And quite frankly, I don’t want this just to become another mommy blog.  Yes, I may talk about my kids from time to time, but I used to be much more than that.  I like to think that it’s lying dormant, waiting for the right opportunity to be unleashed.  My hopes lie here.  I could make a list of things to write about to appease my OCD side, but I prefer the whole stream of consciousness idea.

I feel pressured, by myself, to do this and that is why I’m coming up short on topics.  Give me a couple more posts so I can loosen up a bit.  I’m also hindered by that whole “Watch what you post, it will be there forever” way of thinking.  Yes, be mature about it and don’t embarrass others and all that jazz.  I just turned 35.  I’m not new to this world (well, blogging, I am).  The problem is that my life is more or less an open book.  I’m just going to have to find that balance because that’s not necessarily the case with those around me.  Hopefully, you’ll stick with me while I work out the kinks.

~ S