Let’s face it. I’ve been successful in updating this blog daily for over a month. Some of the posts have been decent, some better and some worse. I have done no promotions or tagging and fully expect that I have an equal amount of readers. I used to write with a bit more passion than I do today. Not sure if I was less tired then or less eager now.

I do not where I want to take this writing, and yet, my instinct is nagging me that I need to take it somewhere. Daily journal blogging does not have a draw for anyone outside of lonely, obsessed stalkers (of which, I am sure I have none) or loved ones who read out of love (loved ones that I am totally, humbly grateful for and wish I got to see more often).

I don’t think I could be a movie critic – not because I don’t love to insert my opinion about films, rather because I rarely get to see movies fresh out of the can.

My kids are now too old for me to get into the “mom-blog” racket.

My husband would flip out if I became a relationship blogger. (Although, that would make for an awesome April-fools joke.)

I could fill these pages with my sudden fiction – which I do infrequently post, and yet, I’m not too sure about being able to pull off 1000 words a day that isn’t pure verbal diarrhea. (I know what you’re thinking – what’s the difference with a few extra words?)

I am full of political opinions that would be a totally inappropriate to juxtapose with my daily life where I am the wee small minority voice trying to get through each day without making a ripple.

I do not know how to fix cars, small appliances or electronics. I am not an expert in nutrition, fitness or anything in the realm of “healthy living.” My travel escapades are limited to once a year within a few hundred mile radius. I have not embarked on a life changing trek or self imposed rally cry to recreate every Julia Childs’ recipe or walk across the country blindfolded.

I do have an uncanny ability to MacGyver odd situations where marriage licenses, small combustible rockets and Halloween costumes are concerned. However, those superpowers are not needed on a regular basis and I have no idea when I will see the paper-clipped, tube sock sky light requiring my skills.

I can answer a “yes” or “no” question with a three-hour powerpoint presentation lecture complete with handouts, souvenir chachkis and that special glassy film to go over your eyes so you can discreetly zone-out.

Mostly, I love to talk. With my keyboard.

Hence where this blog has landed.

The room wafts with laughter from two kids who normally pride themselves in annoying each other. They have found a common interest.

And for now – they are trading funny jokes and cheering each other on.

For now.

I am sure something will jolt them out of this bliss soon.

But not me – the joy that overflows my heart to hear our children giggling as friends and not enemies may be enough to get through until the next time they like each other.

For now.