Redefining Me

Wow, here I am again, attempting to start a blog. This must be...what...the 10th time I've started over the past 10 years? Each time I go enthusiastically for a week or so---and then I fizzle out. Wonder how long I'll last this time...

...But just in case I stick with it, here I go. I read and/or follow lots and lots of successful blogs--The Pioneer Woman Cooks, Cake Wrecks, I'm a Lazy Mom, just to name a few--all of which evoke interest, laughter, thought. And they all have one thing in common--each of the women who write them found a niche, an area where they excel, a topic that others can relate to.

Thing is, I don't have a niche. There's nothing terribly special about me or my life. I'm not really passionate about a single topic, although I do have passionate opinions across many topics. Let's brainstorm here:

• I'm a passionately moderate person. Passionately moderate? Isn't that an oxymoron? I don't think so. Think Jon Stewart--I find those who are radically on any single end of the political spectrum to be out of touch, selfish, and willing to turn a blind eye to the glaringly obvious hypocrisy they all preach. Meeting in the middle, coming to compromises, thinking about others before yourself. That, for me, is the foundation for my belief system.
  
• Along the same line, I cannot STAND overindulged children and the parents that made them that way. We all know them--the ones who are absolutely convinced that the entire world thinks their kid is as cute as they think. The ones who let their kids run wild in restaurants, buy them everything under the planet the moment it is on the market, who flatly refuse to believe that their "baby" could ever do anything wrong. Get over yourself people--you are raising monsters. Kids need to be taught to fit into their world, not to expect that the world will revolve around them.
• I'm passionately apathetic about exercise. OK, that one actually IS an oxymoron--it's not really possible to fiercely not care about something. But that's the best way I can think to describe my attitude toward exercise. I really really REALLY just hate to make the time for it. Sure I feel better after doing it, but I can always find something that seems more important or interesting to do. Walk, walk, walk...ooh look! A cute little bunny!
• I very passionately miss working and using my brain. I've made the active choice to be a stay-at-home mother the vast majority of the past 10 years since I had my first child. I've worked either full or part time probably four of those years. Right now I soooo badly want to get back into working, and not just working a "job" to earn a few extra bucks. I want a career, something I can throw myself into and feel as though I am really accomplishing something. But at this point, it has to remain on hold for at least another year or two until my kids are a tad older and can maybe be left alone for an hour or so after school some days. So I wait and twiddle my thumbs...

Oh there is more, but I've got to save something for the next time I'm going to write--you know, tomorrow. Or not. I guess we'll see if I actually stick with it this time.