The Rejects

Looooonnnnnggggg after I first heard of “blogging,” I started considering writing my own blog.  (And how does “WebLog” get shortened to “blog” anyway?  My forty-year-old brain is addled from thoughts like these.)  Since blogging has been around for so long, clearly moving quickly on new ideas and inspirations is not my forte.  I had started writing a few years ago as part of the self-led course, The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron.  And soon after I was finished, I began fretting over the title of my blog.  That’s the most important part, right?  It has to say everything about you, who you are, and what you stand for.  You have less than a second to grab someone’s attention or interest.  The title seemed realllly important.  So I’ve been spending the last 3 years coming up with the perfect title.  And writing drafts of future blog posts.  And throwing them away.  Throwing most of them away. 

I’m not sure “birdonawiremusings” captures my true essence, it’s longer thanI really wanted it to be (“birdonawire” having been already taken), and it could be interpreted a million different ways.  But it’s the one that ultimately stuck, and after all this time one must just forge ahead.  I think it’s important, however, to take some time to review the rejects.  The following lists probably tell more about me than some essay about considering birds on telephone wires during road trips.  Herewith:

Blog Title Rejects

1.  Late to the Party  (so so late)

2.  Slightly Inappropriate      (we’ll get to that part, unfortunately)

3.  Sh*tty First Drafts     (figured I’d owe Anne Lamott royalties and I just don’t have that kind of cash)

4.  So Tacky     (Bless her heart.)

5.  Not Another Mommy Blogger     (but…)

6.  Stay at Home Mom [Still]

And Then the Blog Titles I WISH I Had Thought of on My Own

1.  The Bloggess    (Sounds regal and dignified.  Till you read her.  You will pee yourself.)

2.  Rage Against the Minivan    (Yes!  Yes!  A million times Yes!)

3.  She’s Whiskey in a Teacup    (See # 2 and #4 above.)

4.  Mommy Has a Potty Mouth

So that’s it.  Six years of soul-searching work.  For this.  And those real blog titles?  If I knew how, I’d embed the links.  I have so much to learn.  And also, I kind of don’t want to send you away.  You just got here.  Till next time…

Here we go

“For this is what we do.

Put one foot forward and then the other.

Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more.

Think.  Act.  Feel.

Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world.

Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night.

Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day.

With love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own.

With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved.

For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on.

God help us.  God forgive us.  We live on.”

-Excerpted from Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts