I was asked to update my About page by a few readers because they don’t see how my teaching degrees are relevant enough to the content of my posts. That’s fair enough for now, especially because there is so much more to that story that I’m not yet at liberty to tell.
In the meantime, I figured that I could update my About in the two minutes I had until the washer’s spin cycle ended and the OnDemand feature the little guy was watching rolled the credits, and I sat down to update my About. It was harder than I thought. I gave up after those two precious minutes. And I kept thinking about it while I put in the next load of laundry and switched to the next OnDemand feature (No! PAW Patrol no. I watch Turtles now!) and wrote the grocery list and realized the bananas are still sitting on the counter because the banana hanger was ruined by the fruit fly trap. Long story.
I had Siri take a few notes on ideas while I put away laundry and folded pool towels (we are officially calling them pool towels from now on because I don’t think we will EVER make it to the beach) and chased the little guy away from the toilet paper for the fourth time. I forced myself to stop thinking about it while playing trains and watching Turtles and actually enjoyed the break from thinking about it while out running errands and having lunch.
Now, the kiddo is asleep and the husband is working out in the yard and I’m bound and determined to do it. I read a few helpful hints online, got fed up by how easy they made it sound, and sat down to write the About. I let it flow without judgment and without editing and hit “Update.” And, I think I hate my About.
How can I know so little about my About? I’m enjoying writing this blog so much, and I’m happy with my number of views and followers because I honestly thought I’d have six – my parents (2), my husband (1), my really good friends who are online and read voraciously (3) – and I get supportive emails and Facebook messages and comments all of the time (still not sure why people are so hesitant to comment on the actual blog itself, but I’ll take what I can get), and I’ve been getting just enough criticism to know that I’m at least hitting readers who don’t love me enough to tell me they love everything that I write. I have great reasons for blogging and thought I had a good handle on the kind of writer that I am, so why is this About so damn hard?
I think it’s because I just write to write because I love it so much (and if you read my post about why I blog, that’s great because I don’t want to rehash all of it here). I don’t have a niche because I never intended to have one. I just live my life under this ponytail and have fun with my family and work as hard as I can at everything that I do (even that laundry pile) because that’s what I was raised to do. I just happen to have a lot to say about the life I’ve chosen to lead in this low-maintenance kind of way, and most of it makes me say, “What the Hell?” I think that’s because I’m a bit of a perfectionist and a control freak and I expect things to go the way that I expect them to, and when they don’t, my mind automatically reacts with a “What the Hell?”
I don’t know how to say that in an About. So, I’m leaving it the way that it is, for now. And I’ll deal with it when it doesn’t make me say, “What the Hell?” I just don’t know when that will be.