I’ve been chewing on the idea of writing a blog for quite some time now. I can’t admit how long. That would tell you what a procrastinator I am. However, I will tell you that I could have gestated and birthed a baby or two (or maybe three) in the time that I have considered writing.
So, here is the question: Why am I writing? I really have no idea, other than for my friends. My friends tell me I should. They say, though I doubt them, that I am a good writer. I know I am a good editor. I do that for a living. A good writer? I’m not so sure. I will let you read my writing and determine that for yourself.
A friend of mine told me the other day that she thought I was wise. She almost said it with a straight face. I laughed out loud, because I am anything but wise. I have no wisdom to impart, so don’t expect any. I feel like I am plugging along in this world just like you. I don’t have answers. Sometimes, I don’t even know the questions! I fail. A lot. I am pretty good at laughing at myself, though. I think that came from the failures. You either laugh or cry, so I laugh. Crying makes me look all swollen. It isn’t pretty. Plus, if I cry, my mother can detect it for weeks after the fact. She’ll say, “What’s wrong with you? You look like you cried last Thursday.” She always knows.
Here is the other question: Why are you reading this? I can’t answer that for you. You may have quit reading long before now. If not, why not? You won’t find wisdom here. You won’t find guidance here. You may not even find good writing here. What you will find, I hope, is that I am real. I am honest about my struggles and fears. I do not pretend to be put together, or ‘with it’ or even well accessorized. I’m just me.
This is not a religious blog. It does have religion in it, though, because it is about me. I have God, so my writing will too. I can’t leave Him out, because He is central in my life. So, hopefully, you can tolerate Him. I hope you’ll get to know Him a little better through me. I don’t intend to preach Him to you though. You’ll have to see Him in my life for yourself.
I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a Christian. I am a homeschooler. I am an editor. I am me, and I am Not Your Average Al. -Al