I’m sort of hoping that someone out in the blogosphere noticed my absence last week, and to that one person I would like to extend my most formal of apologies.
I do beg your pardon good sir (or, more likely, as I deal with mainly young women’s issues, ma’am).
I had to get my head together.
My one of my friends and business partners over at TheInternView was talking to me about the focus of my blog (mainly, how it has strayed away from my initial focus). Admittedly, at its outset, this was meant to be a travel blog. Don’t believe me? Check the first post (which I will not link to here because I was still finding my voice then and I don’t like the way it sounded).
But it just wasn’t flowing like that.
Don’t get me wrong, I still have no doubt that at some point in my future I will be traveling the world, talking to locals, eating all the native foods, having all kinds of digestive issues, loving every minute of it and writing it all down.
But that’s not right now.
Right now is I’m at a point in my life I’ve never been at before. Which, I mean, if you think about it, is pretty redundant because the whole point of time moving only forward is that you’re always at a point in your life you never were at before. Unless you ascribe to the alternative time theories. But those are the few and heretical who do.
I didn’t want to be the cliché young woman talking about young woman stuff, but I don’t think enough young women talk about cliché young women stuff.
I cannot describe to you the immense relief I feel every time someone comments or tweets me telling me that they’ve gone through whatever I blogged about. It’s like, “So I’m not a freakish emo weirdo? Oh thank God! Sorry for your pain or whatever, but sweet Jesus I might just be normal!”
(I worry a lot about the state of my normalcy).
And so, at this point in my life, as I try to sort out life as a 24-year-old college graduate entering the professional world and moving back into her mama’s house, the only things that come out when I set out to blog are the few things I’ve managed to make sense of so far in my world.
It is my sincere hope that some young women, in reading this, will come away feeling slightly more normal, and a lot less alone. We all go through it girl. Or at least I do.
In the words of the indomitable Bubba Sparxx “I didn’t choose to rhyme, rhyming chose me.”
P.S. Who actually clicked on that alternative time theories link? Pretty interesting huh?
- Maybe Everyone DOES Deserve Love (thegloss.com)
- She Has No Head! – Two Chicks Talk About Comics And Stuff (goodcomics.comicbookresources.com)
- John Travolta: The Woman Inside (lifescript.com)