I was recently reflecting on my lack of blogging and realized that most of my writing, whether for the blog, or in my own personal journal, happens when I am angsting over something or struggling with the black dogs of depression. I think I use the written words to help me unravel the chaos inside my mind.
When things are going good, well, even-keeled, I don’t feel the need to purge and so struggle to find things that I think others might be interested in reading. And many a night I’ve sat before the blog and thought, “Nope, nothing interesting.”
(Please, don’t argue. I realize that I am an interesting person, but the world doesn’t really need another blog that launches off about the best home school curriculum, the best way to menu plan, or the best way to organize shoes for a family of seven. I’m not really good at any of those anyway, and I’m not sure how much y’all want to hear about how to use every dish in the kitchen so you can go four days before your need to wash dishes or how to stack the laundry pile so it stands ten feet without toppling!)
Back on track.
I’ve been reading God’s Galloping Girl:The Peace River Diaries of Monica Storrs. Miss Storrs left a comfortable English life in 1929 at age 40 to become a missionary in the new settlement of Fort St. John in the Peace River Valley of northern B.C and Alberta. She came for one year and stayed for 20. For the first ten years she wrote home a weekly letter telling all the tedious little parts of her days.
The book should be boring, but it’s not.
It’s filled with the details of a woman who did wash every Monday morning, had a toothache that resulted in at least two teeth being pulled before the culprit was found, who began Sunday school and Scout and Guide troops, and who bravely visited rough and tumble pioneers spread over a hundred miles, mostly on foot.
She inspires me to like the mundaness of my life – because for the first time in a long time, I see value in it. She makes me want to blog about the mundane of my life.
So, it may not seem interesting. It probably won’t be earth shattering. And unless I get depressed or start angsting again (which is more than likely at some time in the future) it is going to be pretty mundane. But it’s life. And it’s my life. And I think I’ll share some of it with you all.
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I cannot wait… Just this morning I was wondering about what your family was up to. Glad you satisfied my curiousity.
What may seem to be mundane doesn’t mean a lack of importance. There is life in the mundane. It’s all in how you tell it, and you all have a great way of expressing your thoughts in the blog format. I love to read the stories that are going on in your household. Just the Pages being the Pages. That’s why we love you!