To Blog or Not to Blog?

People write blogs for many different reasons.

There are blogs that are professional, political, psychotic.

There are blogs that are meaningful, meaningless, moronic.

People blog to share information, insight, infatuation.

Some are for gossip, some make you laugh, some make you cry, some make you think.

Most are personal. And all of them mean something to someone.

Yes, there are many different reasons to write a blog.

The authors of blogs can write exactly what they wish they could say out loud. They can tweak their drafts until the words are just right. They can give real, deep thought to their arguments before advocating an opinion. They can pour their souls out on to the Internet as a form of free therapy. They can write whatever they want without giving much thought to how someone reading it will react. There are fewer social restrictions on the Internet.

And there are many reasons to read a blog.

It's where you can get professional, political, and psychotic information.

It's where you can get meaningful, meaningless, and moronic information.

People read blogs to gain insight and get the latest gossip on the latest celebrity.

But most blogs are personal. And I believe that there is one main reason people read personal blogs - pure and simple curiosity.

Reading someone's blog is like being handed the key to their diary. You're able to read about a person's trials and triumphs. What they dream about, worry about, love, hate, and hope for. You can learn about their relationships, past and present, with spouses, kids, boyfriends, girlfriends, family, and friends. Personal views on politics, money, and religion all come out. It's not like talking or listening to a person in person. It's so much more.

Readers can come and go as they please, virtually undetected. There's no social obligation to laugh, comfort, or offer advice to the author while reading a post. If you do want to leave a comment, you can write whatever you'd like, even if you use words you would never say out loud - nice, mean, or otherwise. Or, you can just read about the author's life and move on with your day. The only one you're really answering to is yourself.

I write for therapy, a creative outlet, and perhaps because I'm a bit narcissistic.

You read out of curiosity.

Simple as that.

From Miss to Ma'am - The Beginning

So, here I am. Finally. Or, regrettably. I suppose only time will tell... Now then, where to begin. Well, I've been toying with the idea of writing a blog for a long time and figured that now is as good a time as any. My ultimate goal with this blog is to have a place to share my thoughts on life in general. I don't claim to be a writer, but I'll try my best to use proper grammar and keep my posts interesting. I'm sure they'll be ranting at times. Hopefully endearing. Perhaps a little amusing. I promise to write from my heart, as long as you promise not to trample on it through comments. There will be times when you agree with my posts, and times you adamantly disagree. And probably a few times when you find yourself so bored, you go back to doing whatever productive thing it was that you were taking a break from in the first place. Please just bear with me as I dive into this unknown territory.

So, let's get started. I'm a married, 30-something, stay-at-home-mom to two young boys. From the outside it looks like I'm a pretty typical adult.

I own a home, pay bills, go grocery shopping.

I do the laundry, run the dishwasher, and pay the house cleaner to vacuum my floors.

I wake up way too early, even on Saturdays and Sundays, and stay up way too late every night.

I drink coffee - lots of coffee... Did I mention I have two young boys?

So, yeah, from the outside, it looks like I'm a pretty typical adult. But when did this happen? At what point did I make the shift from a "miss" to a "ma'am"? It certainly wasn't when I graduated from high school. I don't think it was when I graduated college. I'm pretty sure it wasn't when I got married - believe me, many childish things have occurred since then. I know I became a Ms. when I started working. It's possibly linked to the first time I was called Mrs. W at the grocery store when I was 17, but then again, the cashier probably mistook me for my mom per the borrowed Rewards card.

When did this happen? I don't feel like a "ma'am", but I think that's what I am. Then again, I still have many a "miss" moments. Oh, I think this is going to be fun!