I have an odd obsession with things that are completely blank. I told you it was odd. For instance, during my school years (I sound old) I was utterly ecstatic when it was time to go shopping for school supplies. I spent a ridiculous amount of time down the aisles of Office Depot picking out my folders, notebooks and binders. When we would return home I would organize everything just so, then write my name with permanent marker in my very best handwriting and carefully place them in my backpack for the long awaited first day of school. It was a feeling of a fresh new beginning. There is something about writing that I find so exciting. All of those pages of paper that didn't have one letter written on them would soon be covered front to back with notes, random thoughts, and my sad attempt at stick figures. It was the infinite possibilities that I loved. Still love. I am the same way with stationary, post-its, shopping lists, and random pads of paper, since I am no longer a student with a need to buy notebooks. That same old familiar feeling came back to me when I created this blog. No posts, no comments, no followers. I could go anywhere with this.
A blank slate.
So anyways, you are probably wondering where I actually am going with this. I created this blog for a multitude of reasons but the reason that stands out the most in my mind is for my child. It's always about the children isn't it? I want to document our lives and the trials and tribulations that we face and overcome for him. I want him to be able to some day look back at my odds and ends of words and thoughts and have a glimpse of what life was like through my eyes, a perspective that he might otherwise go without. And writing is therapy for me. It helps me clear my head and de-stress. Which in turn benefits my child, because we all know mommies with clear heads and less stress are way more fun. So whether I have hundreds of readers or none, I will write for him. I will write for me.
"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." ~Vladimir Nabakov
