You know that scene in “A Charlie Brown Christmas” where Charlie gets all frustrated with the partying and going on during rehearsal and he yells, “Isn’t there anyone who what Christmas is all about?!?”
Yeah, that’s me.
Except it’s July and it has nothing to do with Christmas.
It’s about all this blogosphere noise and me, this middle-aged wife and mom who’s been at home with the kids for 14 years and isn’t sure what direction her life is supposed to take next.
The internet and social media have taken over the world and I almost can’t hear myself think. I get online and everybody’s talking “paleo” and “cloth diapers” and “emergent church” and “100 easy ways to simplify your life today” and I’m like Charlie Brown over here in my little web corner trying to figure it all out. I’m at the age now that I can open a People magazine and I don’t have a clue who half the celebrities even are. I just know I’m old enough to be their mother and they should really cover up more. And behave themselves.
I’m getting blogosphere sensory overload.
Am I the only one?
I have stories to tell, stuff that seems like it’s important to say and put out there, and yes. . . I’m a little late to the party. I didn’t figure all this out when I was 26. Probably because there was no such thing as the blogosphere when I was 26. Or Pinterest. Or Twitter. Or even our beloved Facebook.
I think we got computers in our classrooms at the school where I was teaching a year or two before I turned 30. Maybe. But I’m pretty sure they didn’t have internet (or as we used to call it, “the worldwide web”) yet. I swear, the first time our cable company hooked us up with digital TV, it was so far beyond my technological understanding that I seriously thought it must be voodoo-powered.
Yes, that puts me in the ancient category.
But, hey, I remember Journey songs and skinny jeans and the “Endless Love” movie from the first time around.
Take that, 2010s. You just thought you were original.
I don’t see a lot of bloggers my age and it makes it hard for me to know where I fit. I’m supposed to have a “niche” where I fit nicely, a place where my writing belongs and that’s how I can build a “tribe” of followers so that I have a nice impressive “platform” so that publishers will be willing to look at my work and maybe decide I’m worth putting into print.
Y’all for the love of God, I can’t figure out what my niche is!! And I’ve been at this for a nearly a year already.
Let’s see, I mostly write about faith and church. But I also write a lot about special needs, and most of the comments I get on this blog are in response to those posts. But sometimes I wish I could just give you a few helpful tips or show you a picture of a room I painted or something I made that turned out cute. Or maybe write about an awesome dessert I whipped up.
Right now–no lie–I’m working on a blog post about children’s books.
It’s like, “Where did that come from?”
Must be the brain surgery.
I can’t consistently be all heavy and theological, nor can I just focus on special needs.
Likewise, I’d love to be a funny blogger like Jen Hatmaker or Kristen Howerton. I’m actually hilarious in person (really, it’s true!), but I get all soap-boxy when I write and my anal-retentive tendencies toward good grammar and correct writing technique (Thanks, Mom and Mrs. McDougal, and sorry about all the fragments. I’m doing it on purpose–you know, to make a statement.) make it hard for me to render all that incredible funniness into writing. Not to mention that my Texas twang helps a lot with the humor and that doesn’t come across in type, y’all. Not much anyway.
Meanwhile back at the ranch. . .
(’cause all Texans live on a ranch, didn’t you know?)
So what does the future hold for this li’l ol’ blog of mine (said in authentic Texas twang)? What shall I write about?
Which direction should I go?
Two roads diverged in a wood and all that jazz, except it’s more like roads going every which way, like spokes on a wheel.
I’ve gone all Charlie Browny.
But doggone it, I love that Charlie Brown. Poor guy. Always gets rocks in his mailbox, yet he still keeps on truckin’, you know? Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, he is definitely the Charlie Browniest.
I’ll tell you what. I’m just gonna keep on writing about stuff, and keep my fingers crossed that some of you will keep on reading. I’ll try not to be too wishy washy.
Please don’t send me rocks in my mailbox, virtual or otherwise.
And can you young’uns try for the love of God to keep the blog party noise down? This old 80s girl needs her beauty rest.
What about you? What topics would you like to hear more of? What are some of your favorite share-worthy posts that I’ve written? I’d love to get your feedback!
P.S. Just in case you didn’t believe me about the acid-wash jeans, here I am with my college bestie circa 1988 and I’m wearing ’em. Like my hair?
And yes, those are cow spots on my T-shirt. If we’d had Pinterest back then, that crafty little shirt would’ve been all over it. I’m pretty sure I’m also wearing matching cow earrings.
If I still had that outfit, I could totally get a free Chick-Fil-A sandwich on “Dress Like a Cow” day.
Besides, we all wore crap like that back then. Just don’t get me started on the one-piece rompers that are making a comeback. I can’t even.