I'm a faker, as in, I sometimes
prefer to fake things. Prepare for this oral presentation? Nah, I'd rather fake it. How many weeks is a cow pregnant for? 58. Is it true? I have no idea. I made that number up. Cooking some sauce? Throw in a little of this and a little of that, I'm sure that's right. Read a pattern? Maybe the first time, but then I just make stuff up.
Sometimes, people ask me real questions, and I answer, quickly and confidently. And I have no idea if I just lied or not. Because I'm faking it. I often like to just try and do something myself, and if I encounter trouble, then I'll look up how others have done it.
All that to say, I kinda just started this blog thing, and made it up as I went along. Remember Cake Week 2012?? I totally just made that up. I mean, it was awesome, but it was also just something I did. As is much of this blog.
So now I've been thinking, to what purpose? Why am I blogging? Is it enough to blog simply because I'm alone in my house the majority of my hours and my dog doesn't talk back? I've been feeling a little introspective, which generally goes hand-in-hand with me being out of sorts, and so I've been absent for a bit. I would like to keep blogging, I've met friends and learned tons and all that jazz. But when schedules start weighing on me and life picks up (and continues to pick up, as it's sure to do), I realize the need to prioritize. However, when you're doing something with no stated purpose, it's hard to figure out where it goes on the priority list.
So here's what I know:
- My mom reads this - Hi mom!
- You all don't come here for my photography skills (see above) - therefore, my purpose is not a photography-centered one. It's also not cooking or baking. While I do take pictures and cook and bake, I do none of it with excessive skill or even a modicum of regularity, and so those things aren't it. It's also not crafts, although I do those. And it's not marriage advice or (heaven forbid) parenting. I don't always get deep into issues of faith and the absolute AWESOMENESS of my God. I don't teach or instruct or do, not all the time, and those are not the reasons that I blog here. It's also not home improvement or health and fitness or housecleaning or car maintenance or pet training or living frugally.
- I don't blog for my biz. You know, the one where I made purses and wallets and things for a while, and then stopped and then sorta started again? Well, maybe you don't know, but I did do all of that, and I promoted it on here for a little bit, but again, not with any sense of regular-ness or actual puprose.
So I'm wondering, shouldn't there be SOME purpose to all of this? I don't desire to just add my voice to the noise, to write just so it will be read. I have a small feeling, and inkling, really, of why I do this. Of what purpose there is, but it's faint and hard to put into words just yet. So I'm going to sit on it, to wait and think and study on it, and hopefully get it all figured out this week.
But now, instead of writing all sorts of encouraging things in the comments (which I know you sweet-hearted people would do), tell me, if you blog, why you blog. To what purpose? What do you hope to share? Bah, or just leave me a link to your favorite recipe or funny cat picture. Whatever!
Twisting in turmoil,