Some time ago I wrote a post in a fit of frustration. It was about this blogosphere and where my little blog could possibly fit within it. I got some really good advice from a few people, yet my blog, this tiny site, remains unchanged. It is, and may always be, just a written version of me. A not-so-personal journal of my life: the random happenings, the minutiae of every day life in the world of Libby. It has taken me time to get to this point, but I have finally accepted that it is what it is, whatever that may be.
I can tell you what it’s not…
- Though I’m a Latina, I’m not a Latina blogger.
- Though I love clothes and shoes—SHOES!—I’m not a fashion blogger.
- Though I’m single, I’m not a dating blogger.
- Though I love to eat, I’m not not a foodie (or a cook for that matter).
I’m not…well…I’m not definable. I may, on occasion, write about any of the aforementioned topics, but this blog cannot be defined by any of them. Which brings me back to this: this site is truly just a written version of the complexities of me because at the ripe(?) age of 40, I still believe that life is whatever I want it to be.
Like a child I still believe that I can be whatever I want to be and I refuse to be categorized and stored away easily in another’s, let alone my own, mental space. I want to keep myself guessing about what tomorrow can bring. I want to go off on tangents as I so ofen do (and have just done). I want life to surprise me every single day, whether for good or for bad.
I subscribe to the Forest Gump theory of life: “Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get.” I woke up today and got a crappy chocolate-covered cherry (BLECH!), but tomorrow it might just be coconut-filled (YUM!).
That’s life, one day I’m on this amazing trip in Miami and NYC, the next I’m dealing with bullshit with the unemployment office, the wonders of Miami all but forgotten. Then I connect the two again and remember that if I wasn’t currently unemployed, I wouldn’t have been able to go to Miami, and it all reconciles itself in my mind as I understand that it’s the yin and the yang. It’s the amazingness that life can offer if we allow ourselves to both live in the moment AND see the big picture understanding how the two go hand-in-hand.
…and if that wasn’t random enough for you, I don’t know what is