It was then I knew that if I entered the Wonderful World of Scrapbooking, I would never recover. Because I could easily be That Girl.
So, it was no surprise that I found myself in Walmart yesterday composing a consumer-themed blog in my mind as I shopped for food and a trip to New York. (Felt good to drop that phrase.) There was a running mental monologue about "travel sized" ( 4 oz Carry-on Ready!) contact lens solution that cost twice as much as the 10 ounce size. Salt-free soup that cost three times the amount of regular soup to leave the salt out. Wildly expensive, premeasured 100-calorie snack packages, like we are incapable of measuring out our own snacks. Just a little continual consumer commentary in measured, pithy phrases.
I think I have become That Girl, in a bloggy medium. (And I just read that Lil' Wayne (and what is up with his teeth?) is blogging from prison during his incarceration for loaded guns on the tour bus. Our tax dollars at work.)
But here's the deal: I think blogging is cheaper than therapy. I seem to be working my life out through the reflection that leads to the posts. (And OH! the ones that don't make it through the filter to the "publish post" button.)
I read an article recently about a large group of senior citizens who were asked, "If you could change one thing about your past, what would it be?" The overwhelming answer was that they would have spent more time slowing down and reflecting on their lives. Thinking it over, sorting it out, committing the happy things to memory.
And after all: isn't that what blogging is?
And I don't have to buy matching paper and stickers.