I've been creating posts in my head all week. Hesitant to start off on the wrong foot. Should I start off writing about what's consumed my time lately: gardening, learning how to tweet, non-stop breastfeeding, sewing baby clothes, going back-and-forth about cloth diapers, reading my 251st self-help book? Bor-ing.
I've read blogs upon blogs for years, and I even had a blog for about 3 years. It was first called Fish Needs Bicycle, then Feckless Essentials (which makes no sense because I misread the definition of "feckless"...uh, who does that?). So I've learned several things from blogging the first go-round in addition to *doublecheckdefinitions*:
1. Don't write about your vagina. I paid a trip down college memory lane when I took part of the Vagina Monologues and decided to expound on the virtues of my lady parts. You know, I am woman, hear me roar. Of course, that backfired when the marketing director at the new job asked the name of my blog, which I freely gave, and he clickety-clacked to it right there in front of me and *gasp* landed on THE post in which I imagined what my vagina might say if it could talk. Needless to say, it was an awkward moment.
2. Remember that your parents and/or past boyfriends have access. There were times that I used my blog to heal from wounds. It's oh so tempting to get all "dear diary" on the Internets. Not wise. Save the juicy details of your first sexual encounter for the therapists office. Enough said.
3. Be real. No one likes a suck-up, wannabe, masquerading fool trying to create an "image" of herself that isn't quite...real. But what's real, real-ly? I'm choosing the pieces and parts (no, not those parts) to reveal and, in turn, creating somewhat of a persona. There were times I tried to make myself sound and look like a cooler person than I really was. I regret that. The best writing is that which is totally honest, warts and all. I'll be taking off my mask for you, folks. I hate wearing that damn thing in public anyway.
So there it is, my first blog post. Thank god that's out of the way. Now for the good stuff.