I'm not beating myself up over my blogging style. Really. It's fine. It just looks so easy when other people write articles instead of rambling, so I think, I can do that!
The attitude came from my upbringing, of course. If something needed to be done, Mom did it. Fixing cars, chopping wood, raising gamecocks--Mom just jumped right in and made it happen. She taught herself how to make bumper stickers, to silk-screen t-shirts, to write, to reload shotgun shells for her husband, to cast sinkers on the kitchen stove, and so much more. Whatever she learned, so did I. She said to me over and over, "Well, you could do that. Doesn't ______ sound like fun?"
So I have the idea that I could do anything. I've only recently learned that while I could do almost anything, I'm not actually suited to all those things I've tried. Like choreographing a high school show choir. Or writing confession stories. Or being a housewife. Or selling things on Amazon.com.
So the thing is, I have to try things out to see if they suit me. Otherwise, how will I know? You know?
This post went in a completely different direction than I planned. Which is my style, and I embrace it!