I love to write. Well, let me clarify that. I love to write some things. I do not love to write my dissertation (hahahahahahahahah!), and um, there's not much to say about that. I do not love to write my monthly reports for work, because it makes me feel like I do barely anything. I do not like to write the grocery list, because that commits me to a menu for the next week.
But I do love to write other things. I love to write out stories about my husband, who I find endlessly entertaining. I love to write about the milestones my son achieves, or if he's falling short, writing about how this stage is great anyway. I really love writing about my cats, because I'm that cat lady.
(I should also mention that I'm not a gifted (or even good) writer. I know this. I'm very anecdotal and my writing is too similar to my speaking. That's really not good.)
When I started blogging, I had all these things I wanted to do with my blog: I wanted to fill all of these niches. I wanted my titles to all have alliteration (how's that for lofty?). I wanted to establish and hold onto a readership and honestly believed I could do it, because you know, The Targo and Amy think I'm funny.
I think one of the biggest hurdles I've had in continuously blogging is that I'm just too normal. My life has so little drama (thank God) that my TV show wouldn't even get a pilot. My family is my big Achilles heel, and I try not to mention them here. When I do, I delete the posts shortly thereafter.
So, I've been blogging for about 2 1/2 years now, I've discovered that I don't really have a niche, my titles usually don't make sense, sometimes my grammar just sucks, I'm not as funny as I'd like to be, and I'm really too normal. That's okay. I've said before that I feel it's totally okay to have a blog, that's just a blog, that shares cute baby stories and pictures, and doesn't really have a point. Really, it is okay to just be an ordinary wife, mom, friend, sibling, worker, or blogger. Maybe other folks can identify with my ordinariness and feel a little less boring.