Just a BlinkProof Time Flies

Self motivated; self directed; self serve; self help; self made; self diagnosed; self absorbed; self esteem; self, self, self!!!!! Me-oh-my-oh! I have hesitated committing to a blog for fear of over exposure. Does anybody need to know what color we painted our living room or where we went for dinner? And if they do care why can’t I connect with them in person, over the phone or in a letter or the very least an email or text message?

How impersonal. How selfish.

Before today I thought becoming a blogger meant that I would be one more of those people shouting from the roof tops, “Everyone needs to hear my special view of the world and the daily minutia of my family and work life.” I am proud of my family and myself for that matter but why would I need to write my journal for the world to see and comment on? Remember when diaries had keys? Now bloggers write like every reader is their family pet resting loyally at the end of their childhood bed in silence.

How pretentious. How boring.

I suppose having kids has changed my views of personal sharing due to the huge flux of “hey how are y…, why haven’t you updated your kids’ photo gallery online yet this week?” Guilt for not printing photos, jealousy of people that can update everyone often mixed with lack of energy for others all enter into my mind causing me to think, why not a blog? So here I am left with an “I guess something is better than nothing” approach to family connectivity, memory recall and self-reflection.

How suitable. How convenient.

My desire is to be able to look back and have a few more stories to recall than the one or two that typically get stuck in our auto playback. I am going to post the ordinary account of the details that makes us who we are as a family. But by all means when I do have some thing to report that is extra-ordinary you will be sure to hear about that too.

How sweet. How hopeful.