I haven't been blogging for some time now because I've become rather conscious that the minutae of my life is not really that interesting to others really except me. My friend, Gary, said it aptly when he described how living abroad is viewed. Yes, it's different and interesting and involves a host of varying attitudes for adjustment. But, once you are settled into a certain rhythm then it's pretty similar to life back home. Meaning that in spite of a uniquely different environment, I'm still doing the same stuff I'd be doing if I were back in the States: working, grocery shopping, doing laundry, taking care of my children, arguing with my children, entertaining my children (though this is ramped up big time because they are still creating a new support system of friends), and just doing the little things that have to be done to function as a human being on this planet. My locale makes it all seem romantic but when I begin to think about sharing it with others, it just seems mundane.
Unlike some others here I haven't done much international traveling yet so I don't have that to share right now. Plus, I've always been a person who lives very much inside her head and tend to spend much time there even here. When I think of sharing what goes through my head, I just can't. My thoughts are too private and honestly, for good writing, you just have to let go and put it all out there. That's not in my nature. So as I sift through what I'm willing to share, it really isn't all that interesting . . . at least from my pov.
Maybe instead of viewing a blog as an open journal, I'll just try and share some of the unique experiences and people I encounter. That won't seem like so much navel gazing. :)
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