You see, I've been kind of addicted to this blogging thing, lately. I love reading your blogs, and learning more about the beautiful people who write them. There are some of you who radiate sunshine. There are some who fill me with inspiration. Who make me want to be a better wife. A better student. A better person.
Today Mista T. asked me a very important question. As I was gushing about the thrill I get from the blogging world, he leaned his handsome little face over to mine and asked, "When do you decide that your life is interesting enough that everyone would want to read about it?"
Hmmm. The thing is . . . I don't really know. I'm not an incredibly fashionable person. I don't do super crafty things. I don't have loads of inspirational messages to share with the world. I'm just . . . normal.
A few weeks ago my sister and I were talking. She said:
"Being weird is so mainstream."
I know she was joking. She's a little jokester. It's part of her charm.
But it really struck a chord with me. Being weird is sort of mainstream. It seems like everyone is weird these days. Maybe it's time for me to embrace normalcy. Maybe it's okay for me to just do my own thing.
So. Maybe I will.
(But I will probably be a little bit weird sometimes, too)