promises, promises

i'm not presuming that i have things to say that others would care about. or maybe i am, but if you don't, i promise not to take it personally.

after some self-reflection, i have realized the following things:

1. i have blogged as a personal (and password protected) journal since october of 2006. i've kept paper journals since i was a little girl, and i still have all of them, however cringe-worthy they may seem now. i like writing.

2. i blogged first for a public audience this summer when i traveled and worked in europe for eight weeks. i loved doing this - i would have written more if i hadn't been afraid that i was too eager for my readership. i loved - and needed - that connection with people i didn't see every day.

3. i miss blogging for an audience now that i'm back in the us and back at my real world job.

4. i read several blogs of people i've never met and probably never will meet. i love hearing about what is going on in other peoples' lives - of reading about the experiences that make us different and the ones that unite us.

i like:

cooking, eating, tv, movies, music, podcasts, books, the new york times online, history, politics, photography, trivia. is this enough for a blog? i don't know. do people care what i think? we'll find out. is this a passing fancy? maybe. i almost set up this blog earlier today, but chickened out at the "name your blog" step. (note: this is step 1.) then i came home and listened to a phone message from a far away college friend; as part of her message, she said "i think you should continue blogging - i miss cyber stalking you, and knowing what you're up to." fate? maybe. well, world, here i am.

my promises:

to disguise your identity if i actually know you and you do something blog-worthy.

to avoid the mundane - "i ate greek yogurt for breakfast today" - "this story only makes sense if you were there" - "wasn't the office lame last night?" - "i'm ready for the weekend."

hold me to these promises.

and, um, welcome.