It’s not that I don’t like writing, I do. I write all the time. I like writing so much that sometimes I transcribe conversations in my head while I’m having them; correcting grammar, editing punctuation, and being an overall conversational fascist. It’s not that I don’t like technology, I do. I come from a family of computer geniuses so by default, if you swim around in that gene pool long enough, some of it is bound to stick. It’s not that I don’t like reading blogs, I do. I think blogs are a fascinating way to learn about human nature while your brain thinks you’re surfing the web.
I think the main reason I never really, truly, whole-heartedly blogged before is because I never really thought of myself as a blogger. To me a blogger is someone who either: a) has a specialized interest and/or talent in a marketable area (i.e. a cooking blog) so as to hook readers with similar interests and/or talents; b) has a lot of time and money to go out and experience things most people don’t get to (i.e. a travel blog) so as to captivate readers that have neither the funds nor time to experience such adventures on their own; c) came up with a particularly witty parody that I kick myself for not thinking of first (i.e. you know who you are you clever minxes you); or d) do all of the above.
Because I didn’t feel that I fit any of the above criteria, I never really tried to blog. I have a lot of interests—and they’re all super cool, trust me—but any time I would try to start a specialized blog I found that I never enjoyed blogging about just one of my hobbies as much as I enjoyed doing them. I do travel and love it, but not hardly enough to sustain travel-hungry readers in their pursuit of experiencing the world via youtube and instagram. And lastly, I can be witty, but every clever concept I come up with automatically gets filtered to the screenplay writing part of my brain. And once it’s there, there’s no hope for escape…
And that’s usually where I end it when having this conversation with myself about what I could blog about. Until one day it dawned on me…Who ever said I had to limit myself to one topic/interest/genre? No one hands a box of crayons to a child and says “you can only use one color.” In the crayon box of life, I like using all 54 colors! Sometimes I break them, sometimes I create masterpieces, some I use more than others, and some I haven’t really figured out how to use, but I dabble with them all! And I like it that way! Call it fear of commitment, ADHD, or complete and total boredom, but I like to live a varied life. I like to change. I change on purpose. I change my hair color, my clothes, my hobbies, my job, my apartment, my car, my eating habits, my sleeping habits, my everything. Why shouldn’t I have a blog that reflects that? And so sometimes I dance and I will write about that. Sometimes I cook and I’ll write about that. Sometimes I have good days, sometimes bad. Sometimes I go to London, have car accidents, important birthdays, failed relationships, successful relationships, happy days, sad days, try new foods, find cool antiques, have clever thoughts, read clever thoughts, and have sassy nieces and I will write about them all! Without realizing it, I’ve lived a lifetime of bloggable events. And now I will set about sending them out into the blogging world. Because sometimes, I’m a blogger.
Sometimes I Blog 
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