The first wondering

I've done it--finally. First, I went onto Facebook in May of this year--I love it. Then, I created a MySpace page, which is unused. And now, after a few years of thinking about starting a blog, I have. And this is my first post.

I wondered what to write about here. A few years ago, I cleared a lot of clutter from my house, and that might be a future topic, what I learned, how I keep the clutter down now, and how the experience changed me, because it did. Writing will be a topic, especially my new interest, screenplays, a natural progression given my love of fiction and of movies. My cats, Luke and Jordan, and my friends will surely find their ways here. And how can my parents not. Along the way there will be mention of movies I love and movies I don't, TV shows that make me laugh and cry, music that makes me sing (though hopefully not literally if you're around). I'll write about books that I am reading, have read, or want to read. There will be mention of basketball and the WKU Hilltoppers--especially from November to March--okay October to April.

But one thing that will make a rare appearance, if any, will be the work I do from 7:30 to 4:30 Monday through Friday. It's surprising to me that I'm even typing those words, that my job is even getting in now. But earlier I mentioned to my boss, in the kitchen in passing, that I had finally started a blog but didn't know what I'd write about. She said she was sure there was a lot of material from the office. And she's right (as usual), but work is seldom something I journal about, not the current job, not prior jobs. I wonder how something that fills a third of my life, or more, during the workweek can have so little priority when examining my life.

But my landscape is more about the things I love that are essentially me, and even when I had a job I adored (for three years, two jobs actually that were related), I didn't journal about them a lot. Habit? Or is it that I focus when away from the job on what is more important to me, though that may be something far less tangible? I think it's that I don't identify myself with something I do for money, but rather what is within and around me, chosen for love and other rewards. I've heard that in Europe, or maybe it was England, it's considered rude to ask another person what he/she does. Maybe we should start that here...or at least let's all start answering with something surprising, like something so basic we forget how important it is ("I breathe") or the art that makes us breathe easier ("I knit").

So, I'll give people my blog address and continue to write. Welcome!