In my daily sojourn through Google Reader (my blog reading is part of my "me" time, bringing me inspiration, laughter, silliness, and pause) I came across this very thought-provoking post by Cheryl about what it means to be a writer. Go ahead and click over. It's a good read. I'll still be here when you get back.
Back already? Cheryl's post got me to thinking about why I blog to begin with. And why I miss it so much when I'm away for any length of time. And why I mourn when I lose readers (per the numbers posted on Google Reader). My blogging, much like my scrapbooking, is largely personal and done for me. I often use blogging to process my thoughts and feelings about what is happening in my life and the world around me and try to make sense of it all. It's a way to sort through the mess to get down to the nitty gritty of what makes me ME. What makes me tick. What makes me happy. What makes me sad. Where do I find my own bliss.
But if all I'm doing is sorting through my own physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual baggage, then why blog? Why put it out there for the world to see? Because it is a way to connect. Because I want to be heard. Because I know that my wonderful readers can empathize and share in whatever I'm going through at the moment. And even though I know on an intellectual level that I'm not alone on this crazy ride called life, getting that validation from a comment that says "I know just what you mean" or "hey that's funny" or even just a simple little ":)" to say "I was here" can make a bad day better, a good day great. That is the power of being a writer whose voice is being heard. Blogging (and scrapbooking now that I think about it) is a way of leaving behind some proof that I was here. That I came, I saw, I conquered. That I mattered. That I made a difference somehow.
And all of that leads me to sharing the melancholy that I'm feeling today. Today I'm celebrating being the mother of teenagers and all that it entails:
Credits: Template - Karen Grunberg; Paper - Jessica Sprague "Strawberry Lemonade" kit.
I'm also mourning the loss of my sweet little girls. The ones who cheerfully cleaned their room, were eager to please, who loved learning, who loved spending time with family. It wasn't all that long ago that spending time with them was an absolute pleasure. I miss those girls and I wonder where they went and who these creatures are that took their place? You wouldn't know it just to look at them, but the aliens now inhabiting my sweet little girls' more grown-up bodies are lazy, sloppy, demanding, rude, irritable, surly, belligerent, mouthy, ungrateful little wretches. They derive joy from sleeping late, watching drivel on t.v., texting with the boyfriend, making fun of their parents' collective lack of fashion sense, listening to music played very loudly, and demanding to be fed. They are seemingly unable to amuse themselves any longer (I think their attention spans have shrunk since toddlerhood). I'm hanging in there, hoping that the aliens head back to the mother ship shortly and return my sweet daughters to me. What do you think my odds are?
Well, that's enough of my woeful tale of the invasion of the body snatchers. I now return you to your regular programming.... up next:
"Set It Sunday". I'll refer you back there to see what it is all about. I've decided to play along. So here are my Intentions for this coming week:
1) Actually DO this week's assignment for Library of Memories - that is a time-intensive commitment, but I'm determined!
2) Catch up on Design Your Life class assignments. Not necessarily doing every layout, but at least enough of them to bring me current with the class.
3) START my Pen Tablet class. Unfortunately this one got underway while I was travelling on business and I am now woefully behind.
4) Finish getting all my software reinstalled on my desktop (it was gone for a week being overhauled). I've started - PSE7 is functional again. But ACDSee is giving me an error message that my license number is invalid. Ugh. Support email has been submitted.
Obviously this list is totally for me. My family could care less if I ever accomplish a single thing on this list. But within this list is my creative time - my bliss. Wish me luck. :)