A Market on Rue Cler in Paris
I saw a movie today about a girl who blogged her way through an entire cookbook. It made me start thinking about all the blogs I have started and never finished. I think that it is because they all had one thing in common, they had no direction. They were just blogs without topics, like the millions of journals scattered through my house. Journals that contained my thoughts and rewritten quotes that "spoke" to me at one time. My lack of focus bugged me throughout the movie as I watched the heroine cook, blog and learn all about herself. You see its not just my blogging that seems to be unfocused. Its me and every aspect of me. I have had more jobs in the first ten years of my career than most people have in a lifetime yet I still spend my days sitting a cube doing only marginally interesting work. I have both feet in my 30s and still no idea of what I am "supposed" to be when I grow up.
I brought this up to my hubby at dinner. I told him that I didn't know if I wanted to be a writer or a photographer. I used these as examples of my indecisiveness. He suggested that I do both. I post a picture and write something about it every day for one year. It would be the one thing that I start and finish. I am not pretending that this is some new idea or that I am the first blogger that has ever attempted this challenge but it will be new for me, to start and finish something.
So, I hope that you join me on this little adventure of randomness.
