Who am I?
That’s the questions that the Zero to Hero: 30 Days to a Better Blog challenge asked me today.
Good question. Sure sure. I am a soccer player, a coach, a skier, and someone who does not know life without a dog. But does that really tell you who I am? I bet there are lots of people in these great United States that fit that same description.
There is a song by country singer Jessica Andrews that could be written about me:
“If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That’ll be alright
If I don’t make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I’m gonna be just fine
Cause I know exactly who I am
“I am Rosemary’s granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma’s still my biggest fan
Sometimes I’m clueless and I’m clumsy
But I’ve got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It’s all a part of me
And that’s who I am”
Alright. Alright. It’s not perfect. My grandmother’s name was Leona Rosemary, but let a girl catch a break, eh? There’s no doubt that I am the spitting image of my father (definitely not the mailman’s kid) and my momma is my number one fan. She always has been and I think I made her cry when I mentioned that these lyrics were about my life.
So who am I? I’ve been thinking about this since noon today.
I am someone with a lot of emotions. I cry when I am happy and when I am sad. My reaction to the end of The Guardian says a lot about these emotions. I cry because I am happy, sad, and proud all at once – but it comes out as a one giant sob accompanied by a ton of ugly faces that are best left in the dark movie theater where they were discovered.
I am a proud person. What I mean is that I am proud of the people I love, no matter what. I am proud of my sister for her college accomplishments; proud of my uniformed cousins; proud of my cousins who are high school athletes; proud of my cousins who are going back to school; proud of my cousins who are making a career for themselves; proud of my cousins who are doing what is hard. There is not a cousin I could present to you whom I am disappointed in. It’s not going to happen.
I am a competitor, there’s no doubt about that. When I look at a situation, I constantly challenge myself to do better and look for places where I could use improvement – hence my participation in this 30-day blog challenge. I want to be the best I can be and I am blessed to have a fiance that challenges me to be my best.
So, why are you blogging?
Good question. I just love to write. I keep a journal where my really strong emotions go. Keeping a journal gives me a chance to feel my emotions and then let them go. I find this helps make my arguments stronger, when I need to argue. It’s a chance for me to gather my thoughts and find out if I am just being absolutely ridiculous or if my argument is actually valid. Most of the time it is valid, although the fiance hates it because it sometimes takes me a bit for me to tell him why I am mad at him. But, I don’t like to look like a fool when I argue.
Blogging gives me a challenge. The goal of my blog – like the goal of my life – is to find amusement in the everyday things. My blog gives me an opportunity to challenge myself to see if I can make me readers as amused as I am by these situations. I guess that makes my audience anyone who is living. But if I had to narrow it down, I’d say those kids out there in their late 20’s who are still trying to figure out life.
I like to write because I love to tell stories. Both of my grandmothers (and my mother) read and read and read to me when I was younger. My Rosemary grandma was a librarian and the other grandma, well we just liked to sit on the swing and read anything. One day I would love to tell a story and share it with the world – ya know, in novel form. My blog is like a warm up for that. I need to refine my voice and my style.
So that’s a little of who I am and a little of why I blog. They’re the big reasons. And that’s the conclusion of my Day 1 Challenge.