Lately, though, I've been feeling the need to record some of the stuff that I'm personally doing/learning/experimenting with. So, I expressed this desire to my husband as we walked through downtown Kalamazoo on a date recently. My adventurous, lion of a husband excitedly told me I should blog. But who would read it? What would my schtick be? How would I figure out how to upload pictures and link sites let alone post?
In the midst of my whining about attempting something new, we walked past an old building where what looked to me like a private art show was happening. He on the other hand was convinced we would be welcome and should check it out. He liked the idea of "getting some culture" and doing something new. I thought walking around downtown was culture, and I abhor doing anything new. I tried to dart away, but he herded me in the door and convinced me to take just one walk around the gallery. Sure enough, within two minutes, the artist himself came up to us and offered us a beer (my high-class self was carrying my Sigg water bottle full of water because that's the kind of partier I am). Thankfully, while I fear new situations, my father taught me well how to meet new people, so after introductions and small talk and a loop through the art work (a lot of pictures of birds--even some dead ones) we emptied back into downtown and continued our walk.
"See? Wasn't that refreshing?" type A, mountain-biker husband asks. "And," he says, "I think you should name your blog after one of the paintings we saw." (He doesn't always convince me to follow; Falling Dead Swan did not sound like an appealing blog title). We continued on our date and talked about other ideas--what we want to plant in our garden boxes this Spring, what major cities we want to visit in the next few years, when the kids will be old enough to go to Uganda with him--all the while letting that blog idea ferment a bit.
And then today, for Mother's Day, my electronically savvy, media geek husband (I'm not a polygamist--it's the same guy) set up THIS. My very own blog. He knew if he waited on me to start it, it might never come to pass. I don't like new things because: I'm afraid of not being good. There, I said it. I don't try new things quickly; I am deliberate (which I recently heard is a gift), but sometimes my consideration is faltering. New things are good for me, though. They add to my character, they shape me, they help me continue the process of becoming the godly woman I am called to be.
So my intentions are to give this new blogging thing a go and to write about my development as a momma, wife, and teacher. I tell my students when they're struggling to start an essay to just write and worry about the shape of their piece later. So this blog spot is just for me to write and record and worry later about how the pieces slide together. Thanks for trying something new with me!
