To blog or not to blog...

(This was originally posted on my facebook account on Thursday, May 5, 2011.  Since it is really the origin of this blog, I wanted to have it here.)

So, firstly, I want to explain the recent deluge of facebook "notes" I've been writing.  (All two of them.)  A friend I exchange emails with has recently commented that she likes the way I write, and have I ever thought about writing a blog?  Well, in fact, I have.  In fact, I did.
When I think back on my former blog, I'm a little embarrassed.  Almost three years of daily writing, a sad, self-centered teenage female's opinions on what the world owed her.  Rarely witty or interesting, but usually well written.  I don't even know if it exists anymore.  I stopped posting soon after college/marriage.  The last time I went to log in, I was told that password was invalid, and I didn't care enough to pursue it further.
I've considered writing another blog.  But what that past blog, and the time since then has taught me, is that I am very selfish when I write.  I exaggerate situations and circumstances to my own benefit, usually painting it as "poor me against the world."  Part of why I stopped writing was because it ceased to be fun.  I'd hurt people's feelings.  (Mostly my parents.)  And I'd been called on it.  Back then, I didn't understand why it was "a big deal" to write what could best be described as liberally colored non-fiction.
I get it now.  And I'm sorry to those I wrote about, and hurt.  The best I can do is say that I was a pathetic, whiny teenager, and I hopefully have grown out of it.

So, do I pick up writing again?  My brain likes the idea.  It's been coming up with ideas and topics all week.  Writing is another creative outlet, and infinitely more stimulating that crochet.  Or is it an excuse to avoid study, avoid working-out, and avoid being truly productive?
This is a test.  These notes, I mean.  I'm considering, chewing on the idea of writing a blog.  What would it be about?  I'm not focused on any one thing, really.  My job isn't appropriate subject matter.  Well, I argue that it is, but HIPAA doesn't believe me.  Can't do a cooking blog.  Don't have kids, so I can't write some uber-thought provoking diatribe on how to raise children in modern society.  (I could do something similar with the dogs, but they reach their threshold a lot faster than children.  Aubri's threshold, incidentally, seems to be somewhere between successful use of the dog door and passive-aggressive urination when left alone.  I can give up on those dreams of my little girl becoming president of the United States.)  I don't do enough quality photography to have anything described as a "photo blog," and I have no desire to draw comics.
And there is danger to be had from writing in a public forum.  If I blogged, it would likely be risque.  Probably about things my parents may prefer not to know.  I might disclose unseemly religious views (but very few political ones.)  And if I don't want my friends and family reading my writing for fear they will think less of me?  How pathetic is that?  Especially since part of the impetus of blog-writing for me is to get that oh-so-needed ego boost.  (I couldn't expect any random strangers to boost my ego the way my family does.  They're awesome compliment-givers.)
No, my blog would be something mundane.  It would be the (edited) random thoughts of my life.  For example, this post started out with the intent of talking about how pathetic flirting has become, thanks to technology.  Instead, you got a brief life story and an internal monologue.  Not a bad trade.

I'll do the flirting post later.