Don't Focus

Don’t Focus (or In Praise of the Niche-Less Blog)

One of the quotes on my outgoing email is this one from Francis Ford Coppola: "Parents always say focus on something. Don’t focus. Do all the things you love and someday it will come together and you will see what you are. And the things that you did ... will all be relevant." When I … Continue reading Don’t Focus (or In Praise of the Niche-Less Blog)

You Don't Know What You Don't Know

Annoyingly Profound, Part 2: “You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know”

Throughout my marriage, two of my husband's most-used phrases have driven me crazy.  The first (as in the one which appeared earliest and has been used most often) is "It is what it is."  The second, which appeared only a few years ago, is "You don't know what you don't know" and, oddly enough, this … Continue reading Annoyingly Profound, Part 2: “You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know”

Life on the Outside

Life on the Outside: Getting Back to Normal When You Never Really Were

I bet I'm not the only one. "Normal" is coming back. Here's the problem: I never was "normal"; I never liked "normal"; I was never able to pull off "normal". I haven't missed it, although the way, many ways, it went missing made me angry and distraught. Returning to it is akin to a death … Continue reading Life on the Outside: Getting Back to Normal When You Never Really Were

Reflection

Are Personal Bloggers “Whining”?

While I've been seeking out all manner of information about blogging since creating Proof of My Existence, I came across an article discussing whether or not a blogger needs a niche, which I do not have and I doubt I'll ever have.  The author said, "You definitely need a niche.  And remember, nobody wants to … Continue reading Are Personal Bloggers “Whining”?

Heavy Load

Nature Asks for Help

I just read the sweetest little story (the first comment on a post by Through Open Lens) about a little bird “asking” a human for help and receiving it with gratitude. That story got me thinking of an experience I had watching an ant. I was sitting on the concrete steps of a little utility … Continue reading Nature Asks for Help