There is a little self-imposed pressure when writing the first post on a new blog. I feel like I should be especially witty or have an especially funny story. But then I remember one of the things I love most about blogging: I don't have to try to please anyone except... me. I can write as much or as little or be as wit-less and as un-funny as I want, because people will either read it... or not... and what I decide to write is going to be published anyway. (Truth be told, I mostly do this for my own pleasure. Those who know me well know that I don't like to hear myself talk--but sometimes I do like to hear myself write.)
I've been good adequate at keeping a journal in my years of life, and if for some strange reason anyone ever tries to compile all of my journals, they will recognize that I rarely fill one up--when I get to a new phase in life, I generally buy a new journal as a symbol of my "new beginning." Sometimes it's a big event that sparks this new beginning, but sometimes it's because there has been a gap in my journal-keeping and if I continue to write in my old journal I feel like I need to chronicle everything that has happened since the last entry. Starting a new journal gives me the (yes, self-imposed) freedom to begin wherever I want.
This blog is like a new journal, for both of the reasons listed above. I am now a married woman, and it has been SEVERAL months since I posted to my last blog.
So come in, sit down, and get comfortable. Read if you want to, share if you want to...this is my "dinner table" and I want you to have as much--or as little--"share in the conversation" as you would like.
(Pride and Prejudice, anyone?)
