When I started this blog, I had hoped to write about light-hearted fun life tidbits we can all relate to and have a laugh. I thought it would be a nice counter to the negativity dominating our news cycles as Trump took power.
However, as someone who likes to keep up with current events, I found it more and more challenging to find interesting light-hearted things to write. I was depressed, with bolts of inspiration becoming farther in between. I held off, nervous about expressing views for the public to see and criticize. I am worried about being only a political blog when life still presents its humor in children and Australian Shepherds. Yet, as my need to write about these things becomes more prominent, so does the realization that my blog isn’t teeming with readers, so I think I am safe.

Of late, I do go off on my Twitter account, but I feel the restrictiveness of 280 characters. I am craving the opportunity to have a voice, to discuss things, to highlight statements and thinking we have always just passed over without a second thought. I want to talk about how crazy it is that we are repeating the lesson of history. My utter annoyance at the lack of knowledge we, as a country, have of our constitution. The powers of the Legislative branch and Executive branches are either being abused or not used at all. I am especially perplexed by it as I listen to young people express utter ignorance of how our government works. I fear our greatest threat is complacent ignorance, repeating information based on whether it makes sense to us or the person who wrote it, not if it is correct. It is easier to hit share or retweet than research if the information is correct. Can I take this moment to say how much I appreciate it when someone puts a little thought into a comment before sending it? I, at least then, know why you felt this was important to share.

Roaring into the blogosphere


Anyways I digress; the point is for the handful of followers who have hung with me, I am not changing things, more just adding to it. My focus is finally starting to sharpen; life is happening, some of it makes me laugh, and some make the mother in me weep. At the same time, another part is waking an inner advocate or a potential government teacher or maybe a cranky old lady just needing to write.
If you too find yourself with many interests and opinions not fitting into one neat niche, I hope you join me in the conversation.