So here’s the thing…I like to write, occasionally have something to write that I’d like to share, and I also am old enough that I remember when we used to use paper and pens and practiced our penmanship in school. It has been a while since penmanship mattered, and while I can type on a regular keyboard quickly and efficiently, I am still slow-ish on using my thumbs to type on the wee keyboard in my phone. I am a bit of a reluctant participant in technology…I like my gadgets to do what they’re designed to do with as little input from me as possible, and when they fail to do what I’d like them to do, I am often at a loss. Since I don’t really care enough about it to LEARN how to be my own tech-support, I ask for help. But the good news is, I have learned something important in life. I don’t have to know how to do everything, I just need to surround myself with people who can, and be kind and generous enough to those people that they’ll be willing to fill in my lapses in ability. Sneaky, isn’t it?
My husband Steve is much more technologically savvy than I. He bought me my first iPod, and was a bit disappointed when I opened the box and didn’t really know what I’d received. But soon I ‘got’ it, and now iTunes and I are good friends. Steve’s my go-to guy for geek, and I say that in the most endearing way. He also gets to (has to?) listen to my musings and thoughts and sometimes rants more than anyone else in my life. My guess is that this is partly his way of giving me somewhere to process my thoughts so I can type it out at the end of the day when he’d rather be snoring…he can catch up with my musings in the morning if he wants.
My brother Tracy is also a tech-y, again I use the term endearingly, and he has been telling me for YEARS that I need a blog. To be perfectly honest, the word ‘blog’ is not a good fit for me. It SOUNDS, um, icky. So I resisted. And resisted. And here’s something worth noting…Tracy is a persistent guy.
So here I am. The owner of a ‘blog’. Steve got me all set up and ready to go. I’m not sure exactly what that says about me, because it is somewhat self-indulgent, and I already have a hobby that is the epitome of self-indulgence because I am a songwriter. Really, how many of my words do I feel like I have to save? Sheesh. But, as I love to say, this is not the last decision I will ever make. This may or may not end up being something that works for me, so I’ll give it a try and make another decision later if necessary.
Oh, and I will use the word ‘Journal’. Yes, I know, it’s just semantics. But I write songs, and I have sat with my guitar late into the night and used up a whole eraser trying to find just the right word for what I’m trying to say, so I know it won’t feel okay with me to use a word I don’t like. Journal it is. Hey, at least here I can choose my words without ALSO having to find words that rhyme enough to count as a rhyme.