So I'm blogging. Me, the girl whose favorite smell is the mustiness of old books. And me, the girl who would love more than anything to be from a different time; a time without computers and television sets, and of course, cell phones. Does anyone else out there think that electrical cords strewn across a floor sort of color away the beauty of a place? Maybe not, but that's fine. After 26 years on this earth, I have finally come to a place where I can play the role of me, the genuine, quircky, old-fashioned, country, dreamy me, who God created me to be. So why blog? Because as bakers know, you should not be afraid to add some salt in with the sugar. It balances out the sweetness, and strangely, brings out the sweetness a little more. I love to write. Writing is a sweet, sweet thing for me, so in order to make a nicer place for writing in my life, I'm adding a little technology, a little salt, to my writing.
I want this blog to be a place of honesty. I'll be here to write about the toddler years and infancy of my beautiful daughters, my quest to steal away moments to write and to get my novel published. I'll comment on what I'm reading, thinking, doing that day, and also what I'm not doing...which is often a much longer list than what I am doing. Where do all these motherhood tasks come from? It's like a new chore is invented for me to do everyday? I mean, I lived 20 years of my life before I even knew people cleaned baseboards. And cleaning potty seats? Repairing favorite toys? I would be just fine if I lived the rest of my life without cleaning out another diaper bag. But there are good "chores", too. I'll braid my three year-old daughter's hair and teach my almost-2 year-old to sing songs my parents taught me all day long. Those hard chores make it possible to cherish the wonderful ones. It's that salt and sugar thing again.
So I'm blogging. Thanks for reading.
