My cat, Pemberly, is sitting in my lap. She is resting one of her paws on my right arm, but does not seem to mind the typing.
I have just paid $83.52 for the privilege of having this blog for the next three years. I don’t know what that actually gets me, as I’m pretty sure I’ve been able to start blogs for free before. They didn’t last, however, so maybe the money helps it last? Psychologically?
I spend too much of my time online. My husband asks what I’ve been doing, and I say, “Oh, you know, browsing the interwebs.” Going to NPR, or The Gospel Coalition, or AV Club, White Coat Investor, Humble Dollar, the every girl, Smitten Kitchen, anything I can think of. I like to think I have an addictive personality and at this point in my life the Internet is happy to supply the digital dopamine hits I crave. I end most long sessions with a mild headache, vaguely ashamed of myself and bewildered as to where my time has gone.
Well, the idea is that this blog could be a little piece of resistance. Instead of endlessly, and mostly mindlessly, consuming, I will mindfully create. I like writing. I like the idea of being a writer, even if I don’t think I qualify for the term right now.
Or, maybe it will just be a waste of $83.52.
Time will tell!