While sitting in traffic this evening, contemplating life, I realized there are a few things I know definitively about myself. I present you with a sampling of these absolute, unwavering facts:
1. I hate when people use the word “sammy” for sandwich and “hubby” for husband.
2. I will try to sing like Florence and the Machine while in the shower.
3. I feel happiest when I’m near the ocean.
4. I’ll never not be a reader, and I don’t care what other people say about YA literature. I love it.
5. I’d never purposely misspell words in order to shorten them.
6. I’m meant to work with middle school kids. I get them and they get me.
7. I’m gonna try to pet your dog.
8. If you fuck up the copy machine and walk away, I will hunt you down and embarrass you about it.
8. I love my friends, family, and Jay.
You get the idea.
For a long time, wanting to write to express myself was on that list too. Personal blogging has gotten a bad rap over the years but they’re still my favorite pieces of writing because I always want to feel like I can relate to other people all over the world. And for a long time, it was important for me to also feel like other people could relate to me.
While I don’t think that urge has gone away completely there are now so many other ways for me to put my thoughts out there it’s become less necessary for me to put in the effort of writing something full and coherent. On twitter I can throw any random musing up and 140 characters later, I’m out. If I see a picture I like I can throw it on a pinterest board and peace. So, you know, things change.
On top of that, I live with two of my best friends and am in a relationship with someone who truly values communication- on every topic, big or small. Still, over the past few months there have been a few people who have asked about my blog. All I can think to answer is that I’m happy to have it, and happy to have people read it, and that’s all I need for now.
Well. That, and a glass of wine, because really, who reads without wine?