This post has been weighing on my mind. When I started blogging at Yahoo! 360, I didn’t write all that frequently. When I moved to WordPress, I started writing more often. There have been days when I have put up three or more posts – short but still. Then, Yahoo! announced 360 was closing. There was no import so I started moving posts over manually. An import was finally made and I imported all my posts. Some came as duplicates but I think I finally, one day, managed to get all the duplicates down. So this post, this rambling is my 1000th blog entry.
I wondered. Should I write about something going on in my personal life? Should I post the next in the series I started last week about our senses and memory? Should I write more about my journey to a healthy lifestyle? Should I write about some of the issues from the State of the Union? Should I write about other issues that are near and dear to my heart? Should I do a review?
I did a lot of writing yesterday. Some writing was for work. Some writing was personal. I wrote out an apology and practiced – yes, I said practiced – it so I would not forget anything I wanted to say. It reminded me of a friend who prepares diligently for job interviews. I wanted the apology to be perfect. I forgot most of what I had written when face to face with the person to whom I was apologizing.
So what is my 1000th post going to be about? It is going to be about writing for my blog. That is truly ironic.
I write all kinds of things here in my blog. I noticed, as looked through to pick a post from each month last year for my best of 2009, that I have gotten away from writing about news and politics. I want to get back to that. I noticed that I wrote about a lot of great things I did last summer and fall. I want to continue that. I noticed that I write a little about my life – though usually through the looking glass of mother. I want to do more of that.
I also want to continue to write about our senses as mine seem to be developing anew. Maybe they have always been there – of course, they have always been there – but I am discovery their connection to memories anew.
I am off to get ready for a weekly meeting of Moms. We call ourselves the Lonely Moms’ Club as, with most of us anyway, we have our children in school and are not employed in a 9-5 type job. We get together during the school year once a week for breakfast. Maybe I will even write about that some day.