Friday, March 16, 2012

Starting again from the beginning

I have started and stopped many blogs. I've never been able to find my identity as a blogger. Did I want to be a mommy blogger or a fitness blogger? Anonymous or open? Why blog anyway? Because of that lack of direction, my blogs have fallen by the wayside as my focus in life changes.

The last question is the easiest to answer:Why blog if I kind of suck at it anyway? I love blogs. I love to read about other people who are interested in the same things I am or are going through what I'm going through. I love those glimpses into other peoples lives. I am in awe of some of the bloggers that I read. How do they make their ordinary lives so riveting to readers?

They are skilled writers and I am not. That is a fact that I accept and I know that I'm never going to have a huge blog following. I don't particularly want that as I have enough on my plate with my job and family without feeling obligated to write a blog post. I just want a place to write about what I'm thinking about at any given time. Some days it will be weight loss and my attempts to get back in pre-baby shape. Some days it will be my cutie patootie kiddos. Or cloth diapers. Or Mad Men. Or maybe even some current issues. Whatever! No more will I try to write a blog about something particular, my attention span is too short for that kind of commitment. Randomness will be the theme.

So who am I?

I am Laura. I am 39 years old. I got married at the ripe old age of 35, after which I popped out my first kid at the even riper old age of 36 (Caroline, age 2). 2 years later I had another kid (Landry, age 1 mo). I am a stepmother. I work outside the home full-time.  I need to lose about 50 pounds. I breastfeed and cloth diaper. I love TV and the internets. I'm obsessed with the ID channel and wonder if I should be disturbed by that fact. I'm a Southern girl transplanted to the Mid-Atlantic. Go Vols. I spend too much and save too little. I have an amazing husband and I frequently worry that he will come to his senses. I am fine with being imperfect.






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