So, I haven't been near this blog in a while. The sister mentioned in the last post is nearing her second anniversary and they seem to be doing well. I did finally get them a wedding gift after Christmas last year (for those of you keeping score at home, that is roughly 19 months late. I was unemployed when they got married, and so promised a raincheck). The bedroom in the previous posts is not the same room, but is still a mess, though not as bad as I remember it being at that time. I also am still writing when I should be sleeping - some things never change.
Anyway, I have been reading blogs lately. In some cases, I feel like these people, like Jenn over at Epbot, are becoming friends; however, the relationship is distinctly one sided since I haven't contributed much. Others, like Fleegle, showcase skills I can only dream of having the patience to develop. Some display adorable vintage clothing, or have a fierce sense of humor, or just talk freely about things I'm frightened to express.
Over the past three days or so, I've been forced to re-evaluate a long held assumption about myself and my body image. I've added many (many, many) blogs about body image to the list. I've also had a couple of conversations with friends. And I've come to a conclusion - I am every bit as interesting as anyone else on the internet. My blogging has always been a bit slow because I wanted to make sure that the posts would be interesting to someone else, or the topics were relevant to something, or fit a theme. But I have interests; they are my interests, and I should write about them. I will never find anyone who shares these interests if I keep them secret, waiting for someone to pry them out. Same thing goes for opinions.
I'm spastic and ADD. I'm inconsistent. I'm creative in crazy ways. I don't follow directions. I have brilliant, hare-brained ideas which become laughable by the light of day - or occasionally actually work. I am socially awkward. I am an interesting person who can make a valuable contribution the internet, someone's life, the world, but only if I put myself out there.