Starting Small

So it’s been ages. Maybe two or three. But here I am, thinking about my blog again. Wondering why I never do seem to be able to keep up with it. So instead of just contemplating, I am doing. (for once)

Lots of people I know are taking the time for November to post on Facebook about one thing they are thankful for each day.

NaNoWriMo and NaPloBoMo are totally a thing.

Why not combine them, and get a new habit started?

One new blog post each day, and my topic is already decided – what am I thankful for today?

That’s not so hard, is it?

So I’m starting small.

Today, I am thankful for hot showers.


I’ve been thinking for days now that I’d like to write a post. Honestly, I just have no idea what to say. My life is wonderful and awful all at once. I find things to make me laugh and things to make me cry every day. I absolutely hate hunting for a job. Really. It’s exhausting.

I’ve decided to start taking free college courses online. Nothing too serious. It’s  been a long time, and I’m not even sure I can handle the ones I’ve chosen. It’s just Roman Architecture and a nutrition class. Shouldn’t be awful, but I admit I’m a little intimidated.

And, thanks to a friend who shared it on Facebook, I found this lovely post. It isn’t perfect, and it’s a little painful. But it is beautiful. And sometimes, exactly what someone needs to hear.

Random Blessings

In recent conversations (and scrolling through Facebook), I’ve encountered many people complaining about being sick. Like, terrible cold/flu that knocks you down for days sick. Want to know the amazing thing that just occurred to me? I’m not sick. I haven’t been out and surrounded by hundreds of people who were sneezing all over their money and the store’s products, so I haven’t gotten sick. Gods, that’s awesome. I’ve had brief moments of wishing I were working recently, to get out of the house, into a routine, etc. This is not one of them.

Don’t get me wrong, still not happy about the unemployed issue. It sucks royally. But there are so many things I can be grateful for.

Not being sick, not dealing with holiday crowds of idiots, no traffic.

The wonderful people in my life who do their best to help keep me going.

Snow. (Not that we’ve had any lately, but still.)

Getting to actually enjoy the holidays, and not hating Christmas music.

Being in a better mood.

A warm home that is currently clean, cats to snuggle with, a good book.

Yeah, I can live with this.

Honest to Blog

So, I spend a fair amount of time on various social media, checking up on my friends and family. They share a lot of information with the world, particularly on their Facebook pages. Pretty much everything goes there, really.  I’m not saying this is a bad thing (although sometimes, a few do go way too far). In fact, I rather appreciate the insight into their lives. But it has never been my style to participate. Sure, I post things occasionally. Even important things. But not often, and certainly not always. I think it’s the pressure, maybe. Like everyone else has these great posts with their interesting (or devastatingly dramatic) lives. And here’s me, saying look, I cooked dinner today.

But here, on this random little blog I started on a whim, with so far only a few followers, I am honest. This is real deal me. Closer to a journal than anything I’ve written since I actually kept a journal. Here, I tell it just like it is. Including facts that 90% of my Facebook friends don’t know yet. (Unemployed, for example.) Sure, I don’t really make a big deal about it. But it’s here. Simple, honest statements from the real me. I wonder why that is. Why it seems so much more natural and comfortable for me to sit here and say whatever is on my mind, but when it comes to my Facebook status it’s things like “the weather is lovely today”.

For a while I considered it might be the anonymity. The fact that most of my readers have never met me, really. But I’m not sure that’s it. Of course, I don’t yet know what else it might be. The discovery will be an ongoing process. You’re all welcome to join me on the journey.