I’ve thought about this day for a couple of weeks now: Day 1 of Blogging.
After letting the idea kick around in my head for a few days, I sat down to consider what it was I wanted to blog about. Unfortunately (more so for you, not me) I couldn’t decide on one clear theme. Instead, I envisioned it to be more like a diary. Where I write about whatever is on my mind at the time. And you read it. Or don’t. I mean, I hope someone gets some enjoyment out of this blog but honestly, it’s not about that. It’s about me writing again.
There have been so many times in the past several years that I said to myself, “This is it. I’m going to start journaling again.” And I would go out and buy a brand new notebook and in my very best handwriting, I would begin. Beginning was never a problem. But two or three entries later, that notebook invariably got buried under a pile of puzzle books and old Readers Digest issues (because clearly I’m an 80-year-old woman on the inside) in my nightstand cabinet. Forgotten. Abandoned.
This time is going to be different. Because it’s online. Available to readers. Which is something I never thought I’d do, by the way. When I first heard about the concept of blogging, I thought it was crazy. “Why would I want anyone to read what I’m thinking about,” I undoubtedly gasped to my teen-aged self. But I’m not that angsty I’d-just-DIE-if-anyone-knew-what-I-thought-about-[fill in the blank] girl anymore. I’m older. And I’d like to think wiser. But older, for sure. I’m more comfortable in my own skin. And, I’ll admit it, I need someone (you!) told hold me accountable to keep journaling.
After deciding about my blog’s format (non-existent), I needed to decide on a name. It was a no-brainer for me. Whatevs. It’s one of my go-to words that I typically only allow myself to utter (with a shrug, of course) when in the presence of my husband. It’s been my way of changing the topic of a conversation. And I figured it was a fitting blog title for a blog about whatevs.
I was on a roll. “Now,” I thought to myself, “all I need to do is wait until the right time comes.” It needed to be important. Because years from now when I look back at my first post, I would see it as my defining moment. When it all began. And I didn’t want to be embarrassed by a corny title or a rambling post. It needed to be about something timeless. Refined. Something I could be proud of. And then I realized that I had let my mind create an illustrious blogging career that could never come to be if I didn’t just suck it up and start it already! (I have a tendency to over-think and over-plan. To a fault. Can you tell?)
So there you have it. My first post. Maybe not anything to be proud about years from now, but hopefully not anything to hang my head about, either. And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go get ready. Because despite my claim to be an 80-year-old on the inside, the hubby and I are meeting people for drinks tonight.
i dont know what bloggin is but i like how you started 🙂
Thanks, Big Honey! 🙂
SIERRA, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! I enjoyed your first post and look forward to many, many more! I love you!
Thanks, Frankie!! ❤
Ditto what Frankie said! You’ve wanted to do it for so long and I’m thrilled you did! xoxo 😉
^^ Not sure why it says Anthony, but this is SISTAH. (I’m logged in as me, NOT him) LMAOI ❤
Congratulations on your first step Sierra. I hope it takes you on a long and enjoyable journey.
I hope so, too! 🙂
You simply rock ❤
Day 1 of reading…keep it comin! 😉
I’m sure going to try…my goal is for once per week for now.
Woohoo! Please make your next post about wombats.
Wombats, eh? I’ll have to work on that. 😉