Blogging is like everything else, I suppose

Like everything in my life, it all sits there waiting for me to do it. The laundry sits, waiting to be hauled to the washer. The dishes sit, waiting to be washed. The dog is in the other room, laying on the floor, waiting to be walked. There are pictures sitting in boxes waiting for me to get the time, if ever, to organize them into albums. The walls in the kitchen are still waiting for me to touch up the holidays I missed almost a year ago. My grandmother’s ancient sewing machine has been waiting for me to figure out how to thread it up for over a year. There are emails in my computer, waiting to be read. Two friends called yesterday – they are waiting for me to call them back. There are bills waiting to be paid, movies waiting to be returned, people waiting to be invited over for dinner.

Like every other Southern woman, I have a “To Do” list that is endless, because as soon as one thing gets crossed off, five more items are waiting to be added to the list. And now there will be blogging…waiting for me to blog something. And, like the endless “To Do” list, that requires me to pick which item to do, and which ones to ignore (again), this blogging will also require a decision: what to write about.

There are so many topics floating around in my head that have been waiting, for years, to get out. How can I decide where to start? Should I write about my job, my marriage, my children, my dog, my past, my mistakes, my accomplishments, my hopes and dreams, my fears, my goals, my opinions about life, how I was raised, how I’ve been mistreated, how I’ve been adored, why I think manners are so important, or why I have such a hard time making decisions? Or is it all, somehow, in the end, the same thing?