My blog is like a box of chocolates.
I’ve been in a bizarre not-so-funny phase lately on this blog. The ebb and flow of life has deposited me into a mostly serious, muddy puddle. I think I’ll float around in this puddle for a while… I kind of like it. It’s cold, but refreshing… dirty, and real feeling.
For the past few days I’ve been feeling guilty. I’ve felt bad for not “living up to” what people read me for – so I haven’t been writing. My blog name is funny. My header is fun looking. I had to shake off the guilt of misleading you all. In truth… I have no niche. There is no “tone” to my blog. A lot of you probably just don’t know what to expect anymore.
The “experts” say that people like to know what they’re getting. People want to visit certain websites for their daily laugh, another one for their political commentary, another to feel spiritually uplifted. I get that… originally that was my plan. You were all supposed to come visit, shoot whatever liquid you were drinking out of your nose, smile, laugh at my expense, and then go about your day.
But this space is a reflection (although sometimes distorted) of my life.
Life is a fickle bitch.
I’ve decided not to reign her in.
Right now I’m stressed to my limit, I’m exhausted, and the world around me seems strange and foreign most of the time. I have anxiety over the asparagus going bad in the fridge because I haven’t had time to cook it, while raging over the fact that politicians are trying to take away my choices as a woman. I read certain headlines, and have to peek in my garage for the DeLorean, because surely I need to get back to the future.
Then my preschooler will do an interpretive dance to the music of his pinball game, and I’ll laugh not noticing the baby vomiting in my hair.
I’m counting on the fact that some of you out there still like surprises.
Because this blog is like a box of chocolates.
Sometimes it’s the coveted piece with the cherry inside.
Sometimes it’s just bitter, dark chocolate.
Sometimes it’s got fluffy, not-marshmallow, not-nougat, mystery filling.
Sometimes it oozes liquor.
And sometimes it’s a little nutty.
PS- This blog is NOT one of those boxes that you turn over, and can read on the underside which pieces have what in them before you pick.
PPS- I’m starting to think Rachel Maddow is kind of hot.