I am not usually a person who announces what I’m going to do before I do it. I tend to just quietly do a thing. But for this, my Ziggityblog, I decided to start telling people about it before I had decided what it would be about. I announced to my husband and children, “I’m going to start a blog!” (By the way, when I told them the name I had chosen for it, they all said the same thing, “That definitely sounds like you.” I still am not sure if that was meant as a compliment or not, but I digress). I also announced on Facebook and Instagram, “I’m going to start a blog!”

I immediately started receiving some questions. Well, actually it was one question asked by several different people, “What is it going to be about?”

That’s a great question. We should delve into that. This morning while I took my shower I pondered what it would be about. Then I drove my youngest son to school while thinking, “What will it be about?”. I stopped by Starbucks (ordered myself a grande dark roast, black) while urging myself to decide WHAT IT WILL BE ABOUT.

Um. I don’t know, friends. I kind of want to start writing and then maybe, if you happen to read what I write and think to yourself, “I know what this is about!” you could send me a message or leave me a comment and tell me what YOU think it’s about? Because I really don’t know what it’s going to be about.

When I began the set up process of this blog, I was prompted to categorize it. Since I have no idea how to categorize a blog with no specific subject matter, I chose, “Blogging”. It now lists my blog as a blog about blogging. However, I assure you, this blog will not be about blogging (or will it? As we have already established, I don’t know).

I can’t tell you what to expect here, but I will tell you this: I love to write. I love to tell stories about when I was a little kid with two crazy older sisters. I love recalling the fun I had when I left home and went to college. I delight in sharing stories about meeting my husband, getting married, and raising four children. I also write to process my feelings. I lost my oldest sister in 2013, and writing has helped me with my grief. I write when I’m frustrated with life, and society, and when I feel like I have some tidbit of important wisdom to share with the world.

What will it be about? I just want to start writing and figure that out as I go.