**Disclaimer: The following posts are lessons, tips, tricks, or just things I have noticed since moving to Nashville. I make no promises that this information will be relevant to you at all. In fact, some of the lessons are downright ridiculous. But maybe, just maybe we’ll learn something together.
I think I’ve been having an identity crisis lately.
Well, a blogdentity crisis. (I am sorry but I will always, always take an opportunity to hybrid two words into one. Get used to it.)
I was talking with another blog friend of mine about this the other day and I said, “I still don’t really know why I blog.”
I mean I know I’m supposed to, as a writer. I know I enjoy it (sometimes). I know it has and will continue to make me a better writer. But some days it just feels pointless.
You see, I used to have another blog about being unemployed, where I wrote under the name of “Bob”, or Bob Loblaw to be exact. And I loved it. It was somewhat anonymous, I could just tell stories that made people laugh and fine tune my storytelling ‘voice’.
But then I got jobs, and I didn’t temp anymore, and I found work I loved.
So I started this blog. With the intention of forcing myself out of my 26-year old habit of turning everything into a joke, out of a desire to write about things that matter…at least once in a while.
And so here we are. At the end of my first series and I still don’t know who I am, or, rather, who Lyndsights is.
I guess I write this to say that its ok not to know. And its ok that I don’t care about numbers (even though I care enough to know that my current readership is 70% less than my old blog. So I guess I kinda care. So sue me.) And it’s ok that I will change my mind. And its ok that I want to make people laugh and its ok that I also want to make them think. And maybe change.
And I think that’s the only place I know where to be right now. With a pile of question marks in my hands and enough motivation to write every day but not enough time to have figured out who I am here, but with just enough determination to keep learning, trying, reaching.
Because luckily that’s a fair summary of my life in general. And luckily I serve a God who is more than OK with that.
P.s. I wrote a Cheeky article on this last June, perhaps I should get some blog clarity (blarity? sorry.) from my thoughts on it a year ago.