Fail

Well the first confession of this blog shall be that this is my second blog. I confess, while I have courted the idea of blogging for quite some time, the concept has somewhat baffled me.  What the keck is a blog? Is it a journal? Is it a form of self-expression, a place to show off your great achievements, a way to entertain an audience, a confessional, a chronicling of your latest activities?

My first ( very sad) attempt at a blog waffled between a journal of my thoughts and a righteously indignant soap-box.  Neither of which suits me. Journalling has simultaneously bored and terrified me. I am privy to my own inner thoughts, why would I want to write them down for someone else to read and mis-construe? All the crises would be exposed without the counter-balance of context.  Forget that.
And soap-boxing has never held much allure. Therefore, my infatuation quickly waned.  Epic fail.

My excuse has always been time... I'm too busy...but now even that excuse is sagging. Busy? So is everyone else. As my husband I say often, "Join the club, take a number, get in line."
 I consider myself a writer, and it seems I do everything BUT write, so here it is. The birth of a new blog.

Henceforth,  I decree that this shall take on the form of a daily confessions!  This seems a bit more fun. Okay maybe daily is a bit ambitious.  Frequent confessions.  That meanders nicely in the middle.

 Confession # 2.  I had to think really hard about what to call this blog. I couldn't think of what it would be about, or anything that really summed up myself.
It's like Seinfeld.... a blog about nothing. My inner ramblings.
Do I begin.... Dear Audience / readers or do I flatter myself to think I shall have an audience/readers?

Finally, I think... who CARES? If someone reads it great, if they like it all the better, if not whatever, stop reading... at least I am courting the long lost love of my life... writing.

Confession # 3 (wow this is turning out to be quite a cathartic morning). I have no current specific area of expertise, trade, skill or study. I just dabble in many things.  Mommy-dom, domestic goddess, child care dynamo, scrapbooker, amateur gardener, reader ( this is bordering on a superpower for me but also leans toward an OCD. I ingest books in a ravenous fashion. Moderate size books in a day or two, larger volumes a few days to a week, but once I start I can't seem to stop) -let me qualify that last statement by saying I mean ingest in the figurative sense and not literal before you nominate me for some TLC show about people who have mental illnesses that cause them to eat inedible objects-, Christ follower, exercise lover/hater, cook, baker, writer, to name a few and throw all modesty to the wind. And finally, confessional blogger.
Love it.
All right. Enough verbal diarrhea.  That shall conclude todays confessions.  Jill of all trades, master of none!