Lost Blog: What No One Told Me

I “lost” my blog in cyber space for a few days. It had something to do with trying to make the address shorter and the whole thing easier to find. Poof it was gone. I was predictably freaked out…so much psychic energy went into setting it up and writing those posts. But more importantly and surprisingly, I found myself actually missing it. It was the stray you wish you hadn’t adopted, but to whom you’ve somehow grown attached. I began to prepare myself for the possibility that it might be gone forever. Would I start over? Could I bond with a new one…? When it suddenly “returned” one morning (not without considerable help and lots phone calls), I was relieved.

Welcome home wayward, burdensome, little nuisance. After only three posts I’m smitten and have these 10 reflections on blogging so far.

No one told me:

It would be so engaging.

It would be so time consuming.

I’d begin watching myself (as if from above) and internally narrating my actions in full sentences.

I’d begin to wonder if what I was doing, eating, thinking, reading, or drinking was of any interest to anyone else and if so, what should be said about it.

I’d need more than two hands to bake a cake (an extra pair to take action shots).

I’d feel guilty if I ate or baked something without taking a picture.

I’d start taking pictures of my breakfast, the mess on my counters, peelings left after eating fresh lychee nuts, an empty dish after four of us demolished a flan, a gift of warm just-laid eggs in a paper bag.

I’d generate such a large list of topics, and then have to cross them off one by one because I couldn’t figure out what point I would be trying to make.

I’d be wondering if this is a healthy way to live.

I’d be excited (none-the-less) to try the next topic….