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Friday, December 13, 2013

Some Housekeeping

I’ve been evaluating my blog lately.  You know, it’s purpose, etc.  My writing has been pretty random lately (both in subject and frequency), which is fine, but the the micro/macro oriented writer in me is bothered that my posts don’t lend themselves to a big picture—an overarching theme.  Why write if there’s not a purpose?

You see, I’m not a journal-y blogger (or mommy blogger—they’re pretty closely related).  I’m just not into reporting what’s been going on in my family (although I do like reading my friends’ blogs that are like this—it’s just not what I like to write about). 

I’m also not a home décor/DIY blogger.  Sigh.  I wish I was. 

I’m not a food blogger.  I like a good recipe, but only on occasion.  Plus, I don’t have the photography skills for that.

I’m not a style blogger.  I went Christmas shopping yesterday in forest-green skinny jeans, a baggy navy-blue t-shirt, a pale green snow coat, and a pink headband with my ponytail (which has lately been the victim of a mysterious chronic rats nest).  Oh, with no makeup.  I’m turning heads everywhere I go, I tell you.

I’m not a life-hacker blogger.  I love a good cleaning trick, but let’s be honest—they’re other people’s tricks, not something originally from me. 

I’m not a “here’s a spiritual/inspirational thought” blogger.  I go there once in a while, but let’s face it:  I’m too goofy.  I avoid reading/watching things people share on Facebook with the tag line, “This will make you cry!  Tear-jerker alert!  So sweet!”  I don’t really want to cry.  I like things that make me think and/or laugh.  Not cry.  This is why I have a love-hate relationship with Mormon Messages (don’t get me wrong; they’re wonderful—just something I have to be in a very special mood for). 

I’m not a review blogger.  I am an Influenster, so I occasionally do a somewhat obligatory review when I get a Vox Box (free products to test and review), but I’m a pretty harsh critic.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun—I  have invites if you want one—but I’m kind of surprised they keep sending me stuff, because I’m definitely not their ideal easy-to-please “OMG, guys!  You HAVE to try this!” Influenster.  I’m not going to talk up a product if I don’t think it’s amazing and a reasonable price.  Anyway, if I’m going to review something I usually do it on the Influenster site.

I’m not a photography blogger.  I take my pictures with an iPod touch.  Enough said.

I’m not a coupon/money saving blogger.  I’m of the “spend conservatively and live beneath your means” camp.  I’m not big into the coupon scene (although I think you’re an idiot if you buy something full price at Hobby Lobby, Michaels, etc. because they all have a 40% off coupon every single week).

I’m not a hot-button issue (feminism, gay rights, environmentalism, etc.) or political blogger.  There’s enough controversy in the world without me contributing to it.

So.  What am I?

I’m not sure if I can answer that very precisely, but I can tell you why I write.

First of all, I like it.

Secondly, I’m terrified of becoming one of those people who doesn’t know the correct usage of their/there/they’re and your/you’re.  Or someone who doesn’t know where or when to use an apostrophe appropriately.  Bad punctuation makes me cringe.

Also, I eventually want to go back to school and get my master’s.  However, that could be way down the road when my kids are at least high school aged.  I’ve heard it’s hard to go back to school later in life, but I don’t see myself going back sooner.  I think if I keep up on my writing/researching/critical thinking skills it won’t be so hard to get back into the swing of things when I do get the opportunity to go back.

So why don’t I just write privately?  I guess I could, but I want to write about interesting things (seriously, who likes boring stuff?).  And if I’ve happened upon something interesting, why wouldn’t I share it with others?  It seems selfish not to.  Knowledge is meant to be shared.

I guess what I’m trying to say is this:  In order to stay true to what I’ve defined as my blog’s purpose, I’m going to make some changes in subject matter.  I’m going to shoot to become an “interesting story” blogger because that’s something I can do (instead of trying to do a mishmash of the above-described blogging types).  Hang tight, and we’ll see how it goes.


At December 31, 2013 at 6:05 PM , Blogger Lauren and Carter said...

Since becoming a mom, I have also all of a sudden started struggling with frequent rats nests in my hair. I couldn't quite figure out why, until I realized one day that I don't actually even brush my hair every day. I do wash it every day, and I use a wide-tooth comb to comb it out then blow dry it about half way. Since it takes forever to dry my hair, I usually only get about halfway done with the blow drying. Then I put it down and go about my business. In my pre-mommy life I did this to allow my hair to air-dry somewhat instead of me blow drying it all the way through (I lose patience with that) and I would come back to it after eating breakfast, etc. and brush and do it. Now, however, I realize I almost never come back to it...which means it doesn't actually get brushed...and maybe that's why I always have a big rats nest now. :) That was a long comment, but it was the solution for my mystery. :)

At December 31, 2013 at 10:42 PM , Blogger Lindsey said...

Yep. That's probably why I have a rats nest too. Hair brushing doesn't happen as often as it should. Also, our couch has been making my hair really staticky ever since it got cold, so that's probably contributing to the problem.


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