So, imagine my surprise. I find a moment in a day, a brief lull in the storm, and I sit down to check my mother-in-lawâ€™s blogâ€”maybe the new format is up.
The new format is up. And so is something else. An announcement of sorts. Apparently Iâ€™ve been made part owner of this thing. Hmm, I says to myself. I suppose now Iâ€™ll have to come up with something to say.
Truth be told, Iâ€™m sure this will be good for me. An opportunity to distill the jumbled thoughts that run through my head. At the ripe olâ€™ age of thirty-three, I donâ€™t have much in the â€œwisdom that comes with yearsâ€ department. More of the thoughts and advice of someone who took the scenic route and is now flying by the seat of her pants. Things like, just because youâ€™re not expecting to get married, doesnâ€™t mean you shouldnâ€™t learn to cook a few things just in case. Or, if you want to avoid turning into to a blogging, navel-gazer who veers towards depression, maybe skip the steady diet of the Russians and Fitzgerald. Things like that.
Iâ€™m aiming to post a couple times a week, starting with some of my deepest thoughts. Thoughts like:
I Like the Ocean.
Music and Me.
If youâ€™re not truly inspired or enlighted, well, like all good blogging, this is about me, not you (right? Isnâ€™t that how these things work?), and you can always read the other posts. Until next time, Onward Christian Soldiers. Et cetera. (And so forth.)