This is the first post. I’ve done this blogging thing before, but I’ve never been able to keep it up. Surely, I can, right? I mean, I only have to write three sentences or something a day, and I know I have more than that to say on most days.
Tell me, ether, that I can do this.
We shall see. I won’t tell anyone about this just yet, in case I fail. Not that it’d be a *failure*, but you know.
I’m starting this kind of arbitrarily. I’m pregnant with my fourth child, and as usual, I’ve gotten really into a babycenter group for moms with similar due dates. Well, one woman posted a link today to this one blog, and I was completely sucked in. It’s beautiful and tragic, and I love it. I remembered why I so love reading things that make me think and feel, and why I love writing.
Sometimes, I feel really *compelled* to write, like it’s the only way I can make sense of things and my life and the world. I don’t feel that way every day, though, which is where I’ve stumbled at maintaining a blog before. Maybe I’ll be better this time; maybe I won’t. I’ll try, though. Even if it’s only three sentences some days.
