So, here it is. My FIRST EVERRRRRR blog post. I’d like to think that someone will read this, but maybe not. And that’s ok. Because you see, I’m doing this for me, for my family, for my kids…maybe my grandkids. For the record, those grandkids will be in the far, far future.
When I pondered the whole blog thing, I thought I needed to have a “brand” or some sort of common theme. I can’t write a blog entirely about being some 40something married mom of two. Oh wait…I probably could. But I want to talk about goats, because who doesn’t? And teenagers. And jobs. And second jobs. Oh, there’s cooking, which I love, and there’s eating, which I love more. There are diets to discuss (see my last sentence). And any other damn thing that crosses my mind. And I can, because it’s MY blog.
So then I decide that I’m going to do this, and I have to come up with a name. It’s taken me years. Probably two years. No rush, right?
So here I am, all living on the edge, writing this. But it’s not THAT edge. It’s not the edge of an adventurous undertaking. I really don’t have a huge sense of adventure at all. I live on these edges…
On the edge of insanity. On the edge of my house actually being clean. And somedays on the edge of it being dirty. On the edge of being organized. On the edge of complete chaos. On the edge of crying. On the edge of laughing (sometimes when it’s inappropriate to laugh at all). On the edge of perfection. On the edge of falling apart. You get what I mean.
So please check in now and then to see what’s up. I feel a little pressure to be entertaining, but most of all, I want to stay true to who I am.
So there you have it. I’m over here living on the edge….but not THAT edge.