A love letter to my blog.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Can I just say it? Can I just come right out and say it? I love blogging. I can't believe I didn't start sooner. Myspace and facebook were, and are, an often entertaining way to pass the time, but there seems to be very little room for any real heart, originality or substance. Now, don't get me wrong, I do not assume that anything I have written or will attempt to write here will be of any meaning to anyone other than myself and my biggest fan, my mother. However, whether or not anyone ever reads this, I have found this is something that makes me happy and makes me feel like the me I've always been, but sometimes forget to nurture. In the few days since I've started this blog on a snowed in and stir-crazy whim, I've found myself excited to do the one thing I love yet never do, write for no reason... for no grade, for no credit. Just because. (This is no small feat coming from someone who has been in graduate school since Brad and Jennifer were together.)

In the thirty years that I've been me, I've been many things: Daughter. Sister. Lover of all things Madonna. Friend. Best Friend. Student. Student. Student. Pop culture enthusiast. Traveler. Dreamer. Questioner. All around sensitive gal. Nanny. Big head of hair. Open-minded yet opinionated liberal. Believer in love. Therapist. Girlfriend. Uncoordinated yet spirited dancer. Auntie. Joyful, emotional, quirky me. Closeted writer.

So, after falling in love with blogging, I think it's time to come on out of the closet, to be out, loud and proud. I'm here, I'm a writer, get used to it.


  1. How about adding the Cocoa to my Lou on this lovely list? I know it's only been a mere 25 of your 30 years.

    I love you AND your beautiful blog. muse.