Blame it on the missing ovaries...

So I have avoided this blog for 13 days…I came down with a cold…My daughter went back to school…I went back to work…I don’t have a uterus…you know…the usual excuses…I think the reality is that I am not sure what to write about…my husband, Shannon, wanted to know what my “theme” for this was going to be…”Couldn’t tell you” I said…I just wanted a place to practice my writing…I took this class on personal writing last year…then I got a job that conflicted and had to quit  ¾’s into it…that was ok…I knew that I had been bitten by the bug…I like to write…I just don’t like to really write about “personal” things…they’re too…personal…so then I had some major health issues plague me after that…I just didn’t have time to write!...I was in pain!...actually I was…but my hand didn’t hurt…and really neither did my brain…I was just scared…well…my health issues have been resolved…(a story for another time…it’s personal…)and my son gave me this awesome book for Christmas…it’s called On Writing by Stephen King…it’s sort of a mini-memoir/writing tutorial…my son believes in me…I wonder how that happened?...I think it’s interesting how my family believes I can write…believes that I’m funny…and yet I continue to feel scared and nervous at my very core…I have a really good friend who wants to write a book with me…a light-hearted sort of story that is really just a thinly disguised story of the two of us and our church…(anyone who reads this from my church…you aren’t in it…even if you think you are…you aren’t…)…my friend started …and the way she described me made me cry…I blame it on the missing ovaries…no…really…I cried…she was really sweet in describing me…I have to get over this ridiculous warped view of myself…so I hope that between writing that silly book…and writing this silly blog…I can overcome my lack of confidence once and for all…I think that anyone who knows me…would probably be a little surprised that I lack confidence…or maybe they all know and have just been humoring me…either way…2012 is going to be my year…the year that I finally work towards being the person I was meant to be…I will not do this perfectly…obviously…I will not be graceful…I will fall off the train many times…the thing that will be different this time?...I’m going to do it all on a blog…and at the end…I will be 50…and…and…I don’t really know…I’m not going to set that goal…as Stephen King says in his book…forget about outlines…let the story write itself…