This new blog is really ugly. Soon I will make it look better. And soon I will start filling up this blank space.
But first, a disclaimer. I don't generally think of myself as a perfectionist, but I have to admit that when it comes to the written word and related projects, I am, often in ridiculous ways. I intentionally did not start baby books for Claire and Evan because I knew I'd never keep up with them and that would drive me crazy. I have started many actual diaries in my life but have thrown them all away because six months or a few years later I found them unbearable to read. (As if anyone's eighth-grade diary isn't cringe-worthy! -- Anne Frank excepted.) I majored in memorizing AP style, for crying out loud.
Nevertheless, I like blogging because it helps me document my life, and knowing people are reading -- or could be, at least -- or used to, anyway -- keeps me from throwing in the towel when I'm burned out. But the perfectionism still sneaks in, mainly in that I don't like going on the record, especially on the vast and permanent Internet, with thoughts and ideas and opinions that are not fully formed. Sometimes I don't even know an opinion was subject to change until three years down the road when I find that it has.
Writing things out helps me think things through, and I'm hoping to use this new blog, in part, as a place to sort of think out loud about things I haven't necessarily figured out. And don't worry, of course I'll still post kid pictures. All this to say, this blank space will fill up a lot faster if I can bring myself to hit the "publish" button even if it's not perfectly presentable, and I'm giving myself permission to do that. Consider yourself warned.