The Start.

Does anyone start a blog just for fun, or is does it indicate the middle of a crisis state?  I have been curious about this for some time, as the only times I've cracked open a journal - in real life or online world - is when the proverbial shit has hit the fan.  I know that there are "interest" blogs, on mundane things like shoes or jobs, and there are "travel" blogs, where there is some jet-set traveler taking off to fantastic parts of the world that most of us will never seen and who somehow manage to do this without having a real job.  There are "angst" blogs, that include a lot of zit-popping teenagers with lol and wtf and <3 <3 <3, and there are "insane mom" blogs, with people posting pinterest-inspired items that they either a) never really do, or b) do, but are so wrapped up in creating matching-toilet-paper-monogrammed-towel-holder/pencil-sharpener-basket-lollipop-wall-art that they've morphed out of reality and into the land of make-something-from-anything-and-include-a-polka-dot or two.

I really don't want to be any of those.

I don't know yet what this will become.  I don't know yet who I'm going to become, and considering I'm forty, that's a little weird to be typing.  I thought I had all of the answers at eighteen, twenty-six, and thirty-two, but I've discovered all of those answers were wildly inconsistenly wrong and now I'm up a creek into the mid-life crisis land of figuring it all out again.  I guess it's what we do, we aging Gen X'ers.  We underachieve and overthink.  However, I'm tired of that.  I'm busting out.

Cheers,
Harriet.