Why Blog?

After much pondering and putting-off, I’m finally getting this blog-thingy started. I have no clue where it will lead, because just as my mind tends to jump from one thought to another with no warning, this blog will probably be just as haphazard. As a result, I will most likely break every blogging rule there is, and maybe even some they’ve not thought of yet.

Oh, goody.

As anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m not a rule breaker. I am one of those stodgy legalists who needs structure to function. So, as you can imagine, I have had a hard time deciding how to begin. My problem is, I seem to have to do everything right the first time – can’t help it – so I put it off until I can take a reasonable run at whatever I’m contemplating with a minimum number of errors. Sheesh…it’s a wonder I ever get out of bed in the mornings, as the trip from my bed to the bathroom is wrought with potential missteps. But, I do get out of bed every morning and up to now it hasn’t killed me.

So, I’ve started this blog and I hope my luck holds. However, now that I’ve officially got one, I don’t know quite what to do with it. I think it’s a lot like having a kid. You want one, but once you get one, it occurs to you that your life was a whole lot simpler without one. It also occurs to you that you must now live up to all those silent commitments you made to yourself, because you sure don’t want to start something (again!) that you won’t finish.

Therefore, I must ask myself, why do I want to blog? Hardly seems necessary, since I haven’t written any book I want to promote, or published any article I want to brag about.  I want to blog because I want an excuse to write.  And, I’m certain I’m not the only one out there with insecurities and doubts the size of…well, something really gigantic. 

Surely, I’m not the only neurotic out there.

Am I?

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About Cindy Thrasher

What about me? Good question. As soon as I figure it out, I'll let you know. In the meantime, let's just say I exist. In Texas. With a husband. In a house. With two dogs.

Posted on February 14, 2011, in Mulligan Stew and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Nope, I’m in that neurotic boat with you. I am now regretting that we live too far from each other to have lunch occasionally and just gab. I love your blog

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