Tuesday, September 18, 2012

i'm doing it anyway.

This is the desk my brother gave me that has been sitting dormant, waiting to be used since I got it in... ahem... June. On it sits my old laptop, waiting for me to transfer all my old pictures and documents, also, since June. 

This is my closet, which desperately needs to be organized so that my tank tops are not all hanging on one hanger and I'm not always wearing the same three shirts because they are all I can find in that mess. What you can't see is the shirts on the floor and the box of purses and clutches that is overflowing onto the shoes that are piled on top of each other. 

This is the blank wall above my bed that was going to be one of my many deployment projects. I had big plans to make art buy art , that I still have not gotten around to. Underneath is the chocolate lab that seriously needs a bath and whose pet license is expired. 

This is the hutch that is actually a graveyard for things that have no immediate purpose in my home and they go there because the doors shut and if I can't see them, I pretend they're organized. On top is a stack of mail and papers and two audio books that are overdue as of yesterday and that aforementioned pet license. 

And on and on it goes, in every room of my house, into the garage and the yard, to the car, and beyond. And lets not forget the long to-do list in my head that continually seems to grow, despite my best efforts in checking items off. My life is a constant reminder of all the things I'm not doing. 

Then there's this blog. My sweet little blog, that was such a comfort and hobby for me during my months of not working in Florida. I wanted so badly to post regularly and share all my well photographed adventures, all with good hair of course. But every time I come to it's spot on the to-do list, I make a few excuses and move on. 

But I have nothing to write about.
No one reads it anyway.
I should probably organize the closet first. 

Well, you know what? I'm writing it anyway. I don't really have much to write about, and maybe no one really does read it, and yes, that closet seriously does need to be organized. But I love this blog and I love writing. Really though, if I'm being honest, (and you've seen my closet, so let's not be coy) I am a little scared. I want to share my life with all our friends and family and passerby in a way that's funny and thought provoking and engaging, but I am constantly nagged by the feeling that someone else can write it better, funnier, with better pictures. 

But they can't. That's an assurance from my most trusted source. Only I can write my story in my voice the way I do. So I'm doing it anyway. Even though I may not do it with good hair or great photos, and you should probably know that I'm doing it sweatpants and one of the three tank tops I pulled off the closet floor, I am doing it. I gave my self a posting schedule, but I may not stick to it. I try to take pictures, but I don't always remember to. You know though, I don't think the point is doing it perfectly, I think the point is just to do it. 

Now really, I think I should go wash the dog. 


  1. I'm here! I'm reading! You best believe you are still in my Google reader.

    I love when you post. It makes me feel like you live a few hundred miles closer.

  2. Thanks, Megan! I can't believe I made it to the Google reader. I'm so honored.

  3. You have a story and only you can tell it. And someone needs to hear it. Keep writing!