Dear people who are shocked to discover I have a blog,
I had no idea how astounded you would be that I have a blog. If I had anticipated such an uproar, I would have told you sooner. I just didn’t think about it. I apologize.
My old college roommate, Laurie, coined the term “closetblogger” and then labeled me as one (which made me laugh hysterically). Now the term has caught on. I’ll admit that I am a closetblogger in that it’s true I’ve had a blog for 4 years, and it’s true I never publicized it. But I’m not a closetblogger on purpose. I think to be a real closetblogger you have to be closetblogging on purpose. Which I wasn’t. It just happened.
I started this blog 4 years ago when we got engaged because I decided the event and the events that followed it (wedding, honeymoon, etc) were worthy of documentation. I didn’t want to scrapbook, but I didn’t want to just have pictures because I wanted to add some commentary, so I started a random blog. I didn’t publicize it because I had already posted pictures of these events on Facebook. See? Nothing to hide.
And then I started law school. And I realized that, somehow, my memory seemed to be failing me. After all these years of having a reliable, dependable, doesn’t-forget-a-thing memory, it was forgetting things left and right! I felt like things were just falling out of my brain. It was stuffed so full of laws and legal things that there just wasn’t room for anything else. I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on it.
Anyways, Gary and I were taking these amazing, adventurous trips to beautiful, exotic places, and I wanted to remember them. But my poor tired brain needed some help remembering my memories. Obviously the pictures were helpful. But I wanted to remember where we stayed and what we did and why we loved it. Hence the blog. I also posted pictures of all these places we journeyed to on Facebook for semi-public viewing. Pretty much everything I blogged about was accompanied by pictures. Truthfully, I didn’t blog about anything you didn’t already know about through Facebook or some other form social media.
I do, however, wish I had. I wish I had had time to blog about things other than the trips we took; things that are intangible and thus not captured by my camera. I considered trying to write posts about these past undocumented things. I know there are other memories worthy of being forever enshrined in the blogosphere. But I can’t remember them. Maybe over time they will come back to me.
I promise I’m not living a secret life. I’m not in the CIA. I do not need to have my psyche evaluated. I have few secrets. I’m not holding out on you. I have nothing to hide. I am not a closetblogger. I’m barely even a blogger! I’m just an ex-law student whose mind was so consumed with law school that it couldn’t contain the rest of life’s memories.
Now that law school is over, I find myself with a lot of time on my hands. Hopefully I will be able to document more of life. Now that I have the brain capacity to think about things other than laws, maybe I will have more thoughts worth sharing. I promise that if I do, you’ll be the first to hear about it.