I am having a very odd problem right now when it comes to blogging. It’s not writer’s block: I’ve been lucky enough to have rarely wrestled with that beast. The problem I’m having doesn’t–to my knowledge–have a name.
I feel like I’m having all the wrong ideas. I’m annoying myself.
Every time I sit down to blog, I get the urge to type out a post full of warm and fuzzy advice about living your best life (hat tip to Oprah), having a great attitude, surrounding yourself with people who lift you instead of drag you down, making things happen, reaching for the stars, being kind to yourself and others.
What is happening to me????
I don’t want to be a preacher of the Warm and Fuzzies, and I don’t think people want to read that.
But it’s in my heart. I am in a really good place; I love my life and love the people who surround me. I’m just not sure I want Suburban Scrawl to have a Stepford Wives/glazed over/lovey-dovey era.
The solution, I think, is to find a happy medium. I need to stick some of those post ideas in the draft folder when they come to mind, and unleash them occasionally, I guess.
One thing I know for sure: I have been waiting for a reason to use this clip from one of my favorite movies for YEARS, and today…it’s perfect. This is me, right now.