The First is Always the Hardest

It is so daunting to begin something like a blog or journal. The first post or entry always feels like it has to do so much...and I feel like it sets the tone for the entire thing. Maybe not so much for a blog as for a journal (and as a lifelong journaler, I would know). Then again, there are very few things I love quite as much as opening a fresh journal and beginning to write on page one. I do love BUYING journals. But that's not quite the same thing. And a very different type of pleasure, one that I am working hard to overcome. There is so much possibility with things like this! What will I eventually be posting about? My kids? My first house? A new job? A graduation? Will I post in a different language, to offer proof that I actually learned one? Who knows. Hopefully all those things, eventually, will appear on the pages of this blog.

Or at least on the pages of a journal.

I don't want to kid myself. It is likely that I'll be one of those people who writes one blog entry and is so stoked about their blog. I'm going to write EVERY DAY. I'm going to be witty and glib. I'm going to have a loyal following of readers. Even if they are my grandmother, aunts and uncles, and maybe even (gasp) cousins too! I joke. I have no idea if anyone will ever even read this besides me. But one of my dearest wishes is to be a writer. And as this is not the proper time to pursue that particular dream, it seems like the best way to deal with it is to blog. I do write in my journal. But that is private. It is a very different thing to have written something that people actually read. I'm not going to lie...it's scary and vulnerable.

So we will see what happens. I'm going to write in this blog about the daily happenings in the Learned home and also about what this Learned woman (girl? chick? lady? Woman doesn't sound right) is learning. Trivial sometimes, deep others...we will play it by ear, but there will probably be a fair share of both.