When I started this blog, I thought it would never be read by more than a few friends and some family members. I used to do this old school, by writing about all our crazy “adventures” and emailing them to just about everyone on my contact list. I got a lot of positive feedback from all that, (yes, one day I WILL write all my Aubrey stories in a book and have it published, but not yet), so I wanted to expand.
Enter facebook. I discovered Notes, and started writing. Wow, I could actually reach 100 people at a time? (I am not a name collector; I try to know everyone personally. Although a few people are strictly facebook friends, I know everyone else on my list in real life.) Anyway, once again, I received regular positive feedback. Too cool. I wanted to expand even more…
And that’s when I discovered WordPress, with their lovely free-ness, user friendly interface, and the possibility of thousands of people reading what I wrote. THOUSANDS! Hm, I probably should lower-case the thousands, and capitalize POSSIBILITY OF. I think it takes a certain level of arrogance mixed with insanity to be a writer. We have to be crazy enough, and full of ourselves enough, to think that anyone is ever going to give a crap.
That was two years ago. Now I’m reaching TENS of people every day (YES! TENS!), and with such fame (no fortune) sitting on my doorstep, I figure it’s time to update my bio…make it more about me, and less of a political statement. Actually, that’s damned near impossible to do, because I am all about political statements, so I’m going to have to figure out how to leave that stuff in there.
I really AM just an average person. There isn’t anything spectacularly special about me, other than my children, which is why I mostly write about them, and not so much about me. I have spent most of the last nine years happily married to the love of my life, even though he drives me crazy. It’s mutual, which is all that counts. I try to be a good friend, and lately, I’ve been working extra hard at that. I tend to isolate myself from the people who love me, so I’ve been forcing myself to answer the phone, respond to email, get together for coffee, or whatever. It’s harder than you think, but there’s a lot of reward for spending time with great friends.
Yes, I do have fibromyalgia. It does not define me, so I rarely write about it, other than to whine about being sore on facebook. Oh crap, now no one will ever friend me. Well, I have to whine somewhere, and I figure people can just skip over those posts, or hide me, or delete me. Facebook is all about free will! Kinda religous, isn’t it?
These seems like a great place to stick the old bit of bio:
I believe that life is as good as you expect it to be, or as bad as you allow it to be. I am an idealist, and believe that everyone has a right to decent and safe food, shelter, clothing, and excellent medical care.
I don’t believe that I have the right to tell someone else what choices they should make, any more than I want someone to tell me what choice I should make. I am not “pro-abortion;” I am pro-choice.
I believe that EVERYONE has the right to marry, regardless of their race, color, creed, sexual orientation, national origin, disability, or genetic information. I do NOT believe that allowing gay or lesbian couples to marry undermines my marriage in any way.
I believe that gay parents do not turn out gay children, anymore than a parent’s heterosexuality can guarantee their child’s heterosexuality. I believe that anyone who is willing and able to appropriately care for and love a child deserves to be a parent. I believe that two dads (or two moms) is much better than none. I do not believe that heterosexuality guarantees appropriate parenting, as evidenced by all the heterosexual parents whose children have been removed from their home due to abuse or neglect.
I firmly believe that laughter can conquer anything, especially illness. I love to make people laugh, and when I can do that through my writing, I feel like I’ve accomplished something.
And back to the new bit:
Yeah, that sounds a lot better. More friendly, and a little less like an Occupy Wallstreet sign.
If you made it this far, thank you. Thanks for reading my stuff, telling your friends about me, following me, stalking me, whatever…I’ll take it. Oh! And if you want to click on that little share button at the bottom of each post, you could actually feed my ego by telling two friends, then they’ll tell two friends, and so on, and so on. Even if you don’t, I’m glad you could make it…pull up a chair, grab a cup of coffee, and I’ll tell you a story…