Where’s my Stradivarius?
This Friday it will have been a year since I wrote my first blog.
Now, almost a year later, I’m feeling very…blogless. I’m beginning to wonder if this may have served its purpose.
I know there’s a season for everything, and maybe my season is coming to an end.
I don’t know. We’ll see…
It’s been such a comfort to me - such an outlet. I’ve developed friendships and learned more about the world around me….and more about myself. But, lately I’ve spent a lot of time trying to write, only to erase it or save it as a “draft” (which is where my posts really go to die…). Should it be so hard? I don’t know.
I do know there are worse problems to have…there are bigger life-issues to ponder.
But, for now, I think I’m just weary…
I don’t even know what I’m weary of - just a little weary. I have no explanation. It’s just where I am…the season I’m in now…
Maybe I’m just defensive…maybe insecure. Maybe it’s because it seems like it’s easy for me to spill my guts on a regular basis, but there’s never been a post that I haven’t second-guessed…not one. Maybe I wonder what it would be like to be “anonymous” or anything but a big, too-tall, too-blond, loud-mouthed “open book”. Maybe I’ll just decide to be shy, or retiring, or demure…or fragile. (I really am quite fragile - there I go again spilling my guts!…) Seriously, I should join some kind of support group!
I don’t know. Maybe I’ll smile all the time, never over-react, and speak in soft, feminine tones…Maybe I’ll become a petite, brunette, demure…I don’t know…violinist! Whatever…just the total opposite of the kind of pastor’s wife that gets mistaken for an attendee of a motorcycle convention…
Oh well, old habits die hard…it’s obvious that I’m not going to change my “wearing it all on my sleeve” ways any time soon.
So, there’s my thoughts for the day in a nutshell. I’ll just try to refrain from “bedazzling” said nutshell…
Who am I kidding? Everything looks better with sparkles!!
But, I digress…
Peace.
Babe,
You’re awesome! Don’t change a thing - you are not big, too tall, or too blonde… ! I love your bedazzledness.
Also,… Stradivarious… is that what you call me now?!
Byb. - as long as you’re happy…that’s what I live for…….
I want to read your blogs FOREVER… no pressure!
‘Drea, thanks for the love… - hey, if u can become a blonde, I can become a brunette! I’m not sure how I’m gonna work the whole “petite” thing with my 6 ft. self…….maybe you have some makeup that can make me look shorter…….
Here’s one more protester of the thought of you not blogging! What? Oh no, you di’n't!!! Your transparency squashes the myth of the “ideal pastor’s wife”, whatever that means! We come in various shades of blonde and brunette (ha! picture ME blond) and when we are cut, we bleed (blood, not ice water). You may not realize it, but you encourage and inspire, even when you’re “blogless”. You rock, Angie B., and don’t you dare change for anything or anyone!
Oh, no … don’t stop the blog. You’re blogs are cool and interesting … and funny … and, well, you!
They don’t have to fit a mold, they don’t always have to make a point and I love that you are able to just write whatever and be ok with that. … even to the point of writing about ice cream and what you ate at Morning Glories.
And if someone doesn’t like what you write … well, they don’t have to read it. We do still have freedom of choice, right?
Keep on keepin on!
…another protester here! I always look forward to reading your blogs…I would be sad not to have Blonde Antithesis as part of my daily routine! But like Andrea said…no pressure!
I’d read your blog if it only said “hello”
We’re C3 we don’t fit into ANY mold.
Blonde, Bold, and sparkles, Biker babe or not…
you are the BEST!
So I have to chime in…your blogs are loved my by also! No matter what they are about- they rock
Okay…okay, girls - mes amis! Y’all are women and I hear you roar!!! I love you guys…each one of you. I didn’t write any of this to get you to protest….words just come out, you know? It’s a part of my “condition”….
I hope you all have a very Happy Wednesday - Love and peace, Angie.
Hmmmm! I wonder if…. na, you really can’t stop blogging, it’s part of how you function, grow and process life. We love reading your posts. Also, you might want to think of another name for my friend instead of Stradivarius ‘cos I think that ones taken.