Whats the point of blogging? Why do we do it? Why do we read it? If I’m imagining that people who read here are essentially other women bloggers… what are we doing?
what about dad bloggers? is that a thing? is there no fun acronym for you? SEAL… Secretive Educated And Literate? thats lame… Nachoaveragedad? n.a.d.?
i don’t just read parents, of course. i like to read book reviews, and national geographic type educational worldviews, etc. I haven’t really figured out the wordpress way to gather the things i read together to share, it seems the preference is geared towards wordpress-hosted sites, and i haven’t been here long enough to be firmly kitted out.
I’m still being influenced by Kerry’s book, obviously to me. Her blog is over at PickleMeThis… wicked smart and often bookish… said lovingly.
i think i know, for myself, that i’m seeking connections here, that i’m practicing my practice of daily writing, and that i’m trying to sort things out. and why a public practice? I don’t really know, and perhaps I am further cliched in being a sign of my times… needing the responsiveness of the universe. even when i’m not getting comments, i’m getting emails, and mailings and so forth…
I’m always curious how other people do it. How does Kerry walk around between readings? How does she have time for all those books? How does Hannah walk around between coaching sessions? How does she handle her own one wild life?
I certainly don’t know how i handle my one wild life. I’m in it, slogging and staring out the window, feeling scared and overwhelmed, brittle and supple at times, sexy and manky all at once. all the things, all the things. a multitude.
all the things i feel are allowed here, organized or not. and i am really grateful that i’ve had the outlet. in my marriage it was a secret code to share my unhappiness and i’m not even sure i completely understood how much I needed it.
and now? CONNECTION .
so, there is more, there is always more. and i’m going to think it and feel it and and you’ll see it as i work through it… because its a connection…