Wow

I get past the every day blogging challenge and then I practically forget that the blog exists.

I'll tell ya, it was an exercise in finding out just how much I don't have to say. In that vein (vain?), I've begun to ponder different subjects I could try and make my own. Origami, coffee, music, writing, photography. Allow myself to become an "expert" of sorts.

There is the fallout from Time magazine's "Person of the Year" is "you" article to contend with. What makes me an expert on anything? At best, I'm an educated amateur in at least one subject and an amateur amateur in the rest. At worst, I am a blogger shlub who would rather do some navel gazing than actually get serious about something.

And yes, during the month of November I questioned the reasoning behind picking one topic when there are so many to discuss. If there were so many things to talk/write about, why aren't I doing it? Part of it is I haven't set myself any goals. Not that a goal will definitely get me on the road to blogging wealth (in the most personal satisfaction sense of the term wealth), but having direction is never a bad thing. And the further in to something I get perhaps I'll find a time when I just can't write enough about it.

Writing is going to happen for me no matter what. The journalism degree I'm still paying off at least confirmed that I can write, and often I can write well. It also confirmed that the hours and demands put on a beat reporter are not condusive to me living a happy life. Bully to those who can, I appreciate that someone gives me a jumping off point to what's happening in the world. But blind faith should never be put in a journalist. Not because I believe they're lying or skewing the news to their liberal bias, (Damn liberals! They're what's wrong with America I tell you! Just like those Muslims and heathen illegal immigrants! Wrecking our family values. It's all a woman can do to concentrate on some good old fear of god once a week, or think of ways to get double coupons on Wednesday when the advertisement clearly says Tuesday, what with all this gay marriage and equal rights clatter going on about her ears. Because it's certainly not my fault I can't talk with my husband about the affair he's been having with that little whore from accounting, or I can't sit with my kids long enough to try and have whatever semblence of conversation you can get from a teenager. It's those damn liberals, distracting me from my true happiness of MaiTai's on the beach.), but because if I want to be truly informed I should take the responsibility upon myself to learn as much as I can about a topic. And one AP story in the local rag is not enough to be considered education. It's simply a place to start.

But I digress.

Why should I become an expert, of sorts. Because it means I will continue to learn. (Some tidbit I saw recently, and no I can't confirm where I saw it, said that staying in school is one of the surest ways to stay young.) Perhaps I'll find a passion. And just because I start off on one topic doesn't mean it can't grow into something else. I've not locked myself forever into a role.

And I can digress any damn time I want.

So, thanks for tuning in for more navel gazing. Mmmm, the lint of consciousness is colored a most wonderful blue and never smells unwashed.

Ever.



Random thought: Destiny is the natural end to a life of lucid dreaming and insatiable imagination. Of course it was meant to be.