So. Here we are. It's 10:00 pm on New Year's Day. One of my goals for the year was to set up a new blog. One of my other goals is to post at least twice a week.
I call myself a writer but I'm often confronted with the reality that I really don't have much to say. Or at least that's what I tell myself. I have plenty of opinions but for some reason it's hard for me to share them.
In a group, I'm the one listening and nodding. I rarely speak up. Unless I feel strongly about something and I'm sure what I have to say hasn't already been said by the loud person in the center of the room. That's not an insult because frequently that loud person is my husband and I'm happy to have him speak.
That's why committing to blogging regularly scares me to pieces. What if it's true and I really don't have anything to say?
My blogging friends fall into two categories: the uber-bloggers who write every day, sometimes more. And the others like me who post when either a) something moves them or exciting happens or b) it's their prescheduled day to post.
I hope to fall into a third category: a regular poster who always has something to say.
Today we watched the 120th Tournament of Roses Parade on HGTV. We used to live in Pasadena, then in Sierra Madre and we still often travel down for the parade. Television doesn't do it justice. If you haven't seen it in person, that should be your goal for next year.