Fresh Start

So I wrote another first post, one that, at the time, I felt was thoughtful and introspective, while at the same time being quirky and sarcastic, all characteristics I would like to convey.  And then I re-read my blog the next day, realized it was none of those things, and promptly took the post down.  It was then that I understood the problem and beauty of writing a blog.  Unlike my Ramona Quimby diary where I planned, in detail, my wedding to George Michael, in a blog when I start to feel like my words are the hungover morning after an ill-advised hook-up, I can just delete them instead of having to re-live the embarassment of my awkward attempts at depth every three years when I clean out my closet and come across my collection of journals past.  I do realize, of course, that this is no way to conduct a blog, but if you were me, you would have immediately turned bright red, thanked jeebus that you hadn’t shared it with anyone, and taken the post down too (there was lots of blathering about finding myself, looking back on my life with disappointment, a lot of asides trying to be funny…good god, I’m boring myself again).

So, unlike the pages and pages dedicated to the heartbreak suffered at the hands of a high school boyfriend (including 3 excruciating poems- seriously, rhyming poetry and breakups have no place together), which are chronicled in indelible ink for all eternity, I’m grateful for the delete button and a fresh start here.