Another Day

Since I started this blog almost a month ago, at various times of the day, I will think to myself, Oh, I should write in my blog. But usually the thought that follows is something along the lines of, but what will I write about? I have rarely encountered writer's block, especially when writing in a journal, which is mostly how I associate blogging. But while journaling, I've never had an audience other than myself. I never accounted for how different that would make the concept of writing. All of a sudden I find myself worrying way more about whether or not others will find my blog interesting than about what I have to say. Yes, I know, I need to get over myself.

And then I remember that the reason I started a blog in the first place is because I so much enjoy following the day-to-day lives of my far away friends, and I thought I would give them the same opportunity. Nothing like cyberspace to make you feel closer to people than you are in reality. Although I say that somewhat sarcastically, and I often feel that the internet, especially social networks like Facebook and Twitter, will be the death of authentic relationships, it finally occurred to me that maybe online relationships are not always superficial or lazy (thoughts, I confess, I have had in the past). Thus, I began my own blog, in hopes that my friends afar will be able to connect to my daily world, be it eventful, or just another day. After all, it's not as though all the conversations I have with the friends I do see are terribly deep and enlightening. Most of the time, well, we just talk about our days.

So here's today---another day.

I'm off to Lindbergh for a Link Crew presentation. After that, I have an appointment to get new front tires. Probably something I would have kept putting off indefinitely, if my wonderful husband hadn't pointed out the flat tire on my car this morning. In an of itself, probably not a reason to get new tires, but they have been looking quite bald (I finally did the Lincoln's head test this morning--it's time!), and on Sunday, I mentioned to Casey that my tire was looking low. Apparently, it was low, and I should have taken the time to put some air in it then, rather than waiting until it went completely flat, then causing my husband to be late to work because he had to get out his compressor and fill it up for me.

I love my husband.

Happy Rainy Tuesday.