Change hates me, and I hate it. But I thrive on it. I crave it, need it, and fear it all at once. I am in my comfort zone. I like it here, like a baby likes the womb. Which is exactly why I can't stay here. I'll get fidgety, restless and terrified.
Got that all? Bored to tears with the beginnings of another ramble from someone who kinda sucks? Another moody young woman with no direction. What? Oh, you already quit reading. I see. Ok, because we're going to switch direction anyway.
Because or Why Not will going through a little identity crisis over the next month, or so. Please bear with me, because you're swell, and I'm trying to apologize in advance here. I'm being published in a local lifestyle magazine, and have been asked to be a regular contributor. The content will be strongly blog linked. As much as I am thrilled to be on board with this opportunity, I am getting a little nervous about what exactly it will mean for my semi-anonymous blogger side that I have so carefully guarded.
I know non-bloggers usually don't get it. Chances of my writing being stalked by grandma aren't good. Still, this is a small place and almost everyone who knows me in passing will see my little article. I don't doubt curiosity will be peaked in sizable amounts, and a lot of actual people in my real life will be stopping by to see what I've put down to the internet.
I am determined to continue writing like I mean it. I just know that's easier said then done. Please don't judge me based on my blog. I'm talking to you, Mom. And you as well work manager, jaded best friend, ex-crush, Sunday School teacher, and check-out girl at the grocery store.
And now, to lighten things up a bit, Because or Why Not has been featured Elsewhere. As far as I can see, in.com is a source for all things Indian, but I'm a little confused. Oddly enough, the few hits it generated came from Austria, Argentina, Belgium... Everywhere that is not India, really. Apparently myself in a sari is worth entering in a try-not-to-laugh-at-this-photo competition. Thanks in.com. You made my day!
I like you all. I'm not sure why you're here, but I know it's not because you want to see what I really thought when I pretended it didn't matter. Thanks for that.