Yoga Pants Life

As usual, I feel like I have a million ideas floating around in my head of things I want to write about – my pre-marathon training, strength training, my new-found frugality that’s a work in progress, my kitchen adventures, etc. But when I finally get around to booting up my laptop, everything just fades out of my head and I end up staring at a blank screen wondering how on earth to fill the blank space.

And, it’s always followed by a hefty dose of self-criticism…like why would anyone want to read about my running…or the fact that I’ve pretty much stopped wearing makeup…or have mostly switched over to natural/organic products, or the fact that my favorite six-year-old black maxi-dress bought on clearance at Old Navy is on it’s last leg and will likely be unwearable soon. Do people really want to see pictures of my whiskey carrots, roast chicken or queso blanco? Am I brave enough to write about depression and all that comes along with it? Am I a self-absorbed narcissist for having a blog in the first place? It’s a weird cycle.

But as I’m sitting (let’s be honest, it’s 11:00 am on a Sunday and I’m still in bed…so I’m laying, not sitting) here typing this all out, I realized that this is just a blog. A silly little blog. Nobody has to read it. It’s not a fancy blog full of ads and sponsored posts. It’s simply my own little corner of the interwebs. It’s my space to vent and figure out what my passions are. It’s just a journal of my training and life happenings. No need to get my cheekies in a twist over it (yes, I’m too embarrassed to post about my training runs, but let me share my choice of underwear with the world.) For now, I just need to focus on getting words onto the page.