Yesterday, Alex asked me to make something for dinner, and I couldn't find the recipe, and I thought, correctly, that maybe I had posted it here at one time. So I went back through a lot of my old entries. I didn't read all of them, but I read some, skimmed over some, and finally I found what I was looking for. I remembered how much I used to enjoy blogging.
Today, I went to see the movie Julie & Julia. I'm not going to review it other than to say that anything with Meryl Streep in it is worth every penny, even if it's a bad movie (it wasn't--I'm actually thinking Bridges of Madison County, which I hated but was still glad I saw it, because I thought she was incredible). Anyway, that movie, as you probably know, is partly about a blog. And it reminded me that I used to really enjoy blogging.
The thing is, I don't want to write this blog anymore, at least not right now. I am still sort of working the same job, but it's all kind of complicated and I don't really like to think about it, let alone offer it up for your amusement, because, well, it's not funny.
I know I didn't only write about my work life here. But that was a big part of it.
Here is something on this topic that I emailed to a friend after the movie:
That movie kind of did inspire me to start blogging again. I'm wondering if I should start a whole new blog or go back to the one I had before, which was mostly dumb stories from work about (Mr. S) running around in his underwear and obsessing about post-it notes and stuff. I don't want to write that kind of stuff anymore, even though that blog was (ahem) funny and a lot of fun to write, and it was almost totally anonymous. Not many people who read that blog know my real identity. And really, I did kind of write for the audience, I watched my language, because I knew there were people reading who would be offended by certain words, and I didn't let my real personality out that much. It was like I was telling these stories but I wasn't really in the stories, because I didn't want to reveal too much about myself.
And maybe that blog was like a microcosm of my life, keeping a lot in, so as not to let my real self out, not to offend anyone or turn anyone off, go along to get along. [Note--people who know me know this is true]
Maybe I should start a new one. I could still be more or less anonymous (or not), but write about a broader range of topics and be myself. It might be a good project for me in this period of relative unemployment, if that's what this is. At least it would get me writing more, which is always good for me.
So I'm trying to decide what to do now. I could just start writing right here again, though I admit I'm disinclined to do that. I could get a new Xanga account or go to Blogger or WordPress (which I like a lot), or blog somewhere else, or post the same content on more than one site.
I have actually been doing a lot of writing for about the last 6 months, just really kind of working out some presonal issues and stuff, and I went back and read some of the stuff I've written in that time, and it's a lot more authentically me. At the time I thought it was mostly cringe-inducing, navel gazing kind of stuff, when I read back over it I found that it's actually, if I may say so, funny and real and kind of charming.
I'm not trying to get you all (whoever of you "all" might be left here) to tell me how much you like my blog or whatever. I know a lot of people are reading their friends on Xanga and blogging elsewhere. If that's you, where did you go? I'm just looking for ideas.