And for her next trick ...
So, I've been thinking about this for a while. I've had business advisors tell me that I need to be blogging. Friends telling me I need to be blogging. My husband telling me that I need to be blogging. And I have fought it and fought it and fought it.
Here's the thing: I like privacy. I don't like the idea of strangers knowing too much about my family.* I don't like the idea of putting too much out there. I don't like the idea that I may put something out there that will be widely ridiculed, resulting in my total withdrawal from society. Really, I just don't like the idea that all sorts of people will get to see my own brand of crazy.
I mean, we're all a little bit crazy, right? The problem is that I see things almost every day that make me say, "Whoa. Yikes. That's CRAZY." Y'all, I might be a little crazy, but I consider myself to be good-crazy. My crazy is generally in the service of others and usually silly. My crazy is busting out some interpretive dance moves on the dancefloor to Adele. Or singing along with Julie Andrews at the top of my lungs with my kids while watching "Mary Poppins." Or even running through the sprinkler nine months pregnant in a bikini. The thing is, I'm seeing a lot of bad-crazy out there. A lot of fear. A lot of anger. And shouting. And helplessness. And I don't like it.
I like silliness. And music. And art. And laughing. And love.
I tell my kids a lot, "If you don't like something, change it." I don't like all the negativity. So, I'm changing it. Yes, I'm just one more voice in the noise, one more thread in the tapestry. But every part of my being is telling me that I need to write. So, here I am.
And if I can add something that makes people feel a little less helpless and a little less angry, all the better. So, feel free to follow along. Here we go!
*I'm changing all the names that will appear on my website, so if you know me and hear me referring to my kids with random names, you'll understand.