You might ask what this blog is about. And I might answer, That’s a good question.
I’ve always thought that blogging was a bizarre word and a rather strange concept altogether. I mean, let’s be honest: “Blog” rhymes with “blah.” Sort of. But at the same time, I get it… We all love the idea that our thoughts, our take on the world, even the minutiae of our daily life, might matter to other people. It’s like what Meg Ryan said in “You’ve Got Mail”: “I don’t really want an answer. I just want to throw this cosmic question out into the void.” A blog means that we throw our thoughts into the void, and someone besides God might actually pay attention—and if our blog gains devoted followers, we might even get some off-the-wall answers to our cosmic questions!
And so, as one who loves life, the written word, and cosmic questions, I’m jumping on board the blogging train.
I’m sure this blog will gradually take on a life and personality of its own, as all writing projects do. It will be fun to see where it goes. I anticipate grappling with and celebrating life as it happens—everything from the profound to the silly; from the intoxicating delirium of high school romance, to pet peeves about texting habits, to the incomparable virtues of a little band from the 1980s called Journey. Life amazes me, the way our emotional pendulum swings so dramatically—one moment, you’re crying happy tears over the birth of a baby and the miracle of new life; the next you’re depressed, remembering a friend going through a breakup; the next you’re debating whether to buy that red shirt you saw at the mall yesterday… I imagine this blog will reflect that bizarre tension in some way.
I am cursed (or blessed, depending on what day you ask me) with being a deep thinker, so I imagine that many of my entries will touch on topics that are at least somewhat meaningful (although I reserve the right to tell the occasional cute story about my kids). I will draw from my life as a wife of one and mother of three; as a daughter, sister, friend, dog owner and cat lover (sadly, I am no longer a cat owner), writer, editor, public speaker, not-so-gourmet chef, would-be hydrangea-gardener, Starbucks mocha addict, impulse shopper with a killer case of buyer’s remorse, lap swimmer, grammar geek, book hoarder, rainy day romantic, excellent stupid-human-trick performer, and sad-ending-hater…
For now, I’m planning to post once a week—probably on Mondays. I’ll figure out a schedule of sorts as I get a better grasp on the blogging life. So hop on board, it’s gonna be a wacky ride. Thanks for tuning in!
#1. Always buy the red shirt. Leave the buyer’s remorse in the store and merrily go on your way. The red shirt will never let you down. It’s versatility makes it great for every season…I own at least 9.
#2. This is great and so sublimely you.
Ha ha ha ha! Yes, it’s true… people may let us down, but never red shirts. Unless they sneak into the white laundry… but that is another story. Thanks! 😉
Sad-ending hater — I’m with you. When we read Romeo & Juliet in high school, I was still hoping that maybe, this once – Romeo would realize that Juliet was in a medical-induced coma, wait five minutes and the pair could live happily ever after. Alas..no such luck. And this is also why the movie “Gone with the Wind” (slash book by Margaret Mitchell I have still yet to read) is so heartbreaking. Sad endings leave no one content – including the main characters.
I’m just sayin’….
Love you Elizabeth, the blog looks fantastic. And Carol Anne is right, ALWAYS – ALWAYS buy the red shirt:)
Love the covers for your new book Lizzy, personally I chose “C”. It’s cool, definitely an image of 13. I chose it mainly because it looks most generic of the three which means more girls that age cross culturally might identify with it more. Well thats my 2 cents! Honestly, they all look great you can’t loose on either choice. Good Job, Supergirl! How you keep it all together is amazing; I’m sure being a Duke graduate helps..lol. I’m getting the book for my kids b/c they both enjoy reading and both are near 13.. Love you! Dee