I learned three things today: that I hate starting things (blogs especially), that taking care of a husband is not rocket science, and that oatmeal crusted to a wooden spoon for three days will not just magically “come off” in the dishwasher.
But I do hate starting things. Drafts, essays, research, prose, journal entries, introductions, cover letters, critiques, epilogues. I hate the blank page and the way it lights up the screen, and the dull blinking of the impatient cursor, and the way the first sentence takes up an awkward amount of space. I’m not going to enjoy starting this blog, nor be proud of this first post suspended on the page by itself, not even big enough to illuminate the blue scroll bar. But I’m going to start it for people like Nancy Carlson, and Heidi Marineau, my writing professors, and my husband. Mark and I started something very suddenly a month ago today. There’s no easing into marriage, or testing the water a little, or trial memberships. It’s a headfirst dive into something that wasn’t, then all the sudden was. It’s wonderful. It’s rich. I loved starting that, and I can’t wait to write about it.
I will be entirely honest and declare I’m not positive what the purpose of this blog is going to be, but I imagine it will eventually have one. I imagine that it’ll be a place for lots of words - lots of adjectives, phrases, broken sentences. I plan on using clauses and fragments to my heart's content because after all, every writer knows the rules are meant to be broken. As I blot ink on the page I imagine that lessons might be shared here, because lessons I am learning daily. There are lessons in being married, and taking care of a home, and making decisions (like should we get out of bed this morning?), and no longer belonging to myself. The evening of September 12th I was swept up into this lovely whirlwind of starts. In one day I became a bride, a wife, a daughter-in-law, a sister-in-law, an auntie. I went from one bank account to two, from no bills to electric bills, from gallon milk to half gallon milk, from my bedroom to our bedroom, from alone to together. Everything had a distinct starting point from which I began to shape my new life with my husband. This is something we just started, and I think I’d like to have a place to write about it. Please do not anticipate frantic entries of experimental French cooking, or overly sentimental outpours of emotion in my hand-clasped wonder at the world of marriage, or embarrassing moments of sheer terror as I begin to discover all the unsightly things about myself that only someone as close as my husband could reveal in me. I’d like to think this place a narrative for lessons - an account of a very new marriage, a very new life, and very young people. It smells like a glorious concoction. :)
Brilliant start, married lady. It may not seem like you have a purpose yet, but I'm confident that one will arise. I forgot to tell you my blog. It's http://postcardsfromholland.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteIf you find the very first post, you will see why I named it that. I've changed all the kids' names (for some weird privacy reason, I feel compelled not to put their real names here!) Mine started out of sheer frustration at everything that was happening and now I can look back and (sort of) laugh at what has happened. It's been a total growth experience. I realize that I can only control so much; that my life is nothing like I imagined and that even though my life feels like a "detour" (did you hear Pastor Scott's message Sunday?) that God has not abandoned me.
I look forward to reading about any seemingly mundane thing you have to write about :-)
You are off to a great start! You have far more insight than most new brides (myself included). I look foreword to following along! Also if you are interested, my family blog is http://jaxonfive.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteIt is just basic blog family stuff but it seems to amuse you mom :)