Blogging is harder than I thought; I've been thinking about this since my last (first) post, 9 days ago, and hoping that the perfect blog post idea would come to me; something profound and inspiring and brilliant. Then I will feel comfortable inviting people to my blog, and they will all read my writing and be amazed and leave wonderful comments (and an editor or agent will call me and ask me to write a book). LOL! Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen after just a single post ... but it sure is a nice fantasy, isn't it?
So, how do you decide what to write about? I could always write about my husband, but I don't want to. I could write about my kids, but I don't want to do that, either. And I would never write about my work.
Instead, I have been thinking a lot lately about who I am, and trying very hard to find a definition outside of wife and mother. It's been more difficult than I thought it would, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to find a description of myself that I am truly happy with, but maybe that's the point. Maybe I need to keep growing and learning and moving to be truly happy with who I am. Maybe that is what will, eventually, define me... I can always hope, can't I?
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A wonderful English teacher once gave this advice: Write about what you know. It has served me well.
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