19 11 2007

Today marks my 1-year blogaversary.  Yup – one year ago today I embarked on this journey for no particular reason at all other then I like putting words on paper (or screens), and, let’s be honest, all the cool kids were doing it.

Or more accurately, my wife was doing it, and either because I thought it looked fun or the fact that we are certifiably co-dependent, I started one too.  To be honest, I wasn’t sure how long it would last.  It quickly seemed impossible to have that many topics I’d be willing to share with the web, even if my readers didn’t know me personally.  I think there were some moments when I considered just bagging the whole thing when I got lazy about posting – but then I’d switch to some new Blo*gger theme, add links, and I’d get all excited about it again.  I’m a bit obsessive about how things look, and so switching to Word*press was when I felt like this blogging thing was for real.

I had some trouble at first figuring out why on earth I would have a blog.  E.’s blog had a purpose, and it quickly became apparent that so many other bloggers out there had the same one (hi friends!) – sharing information and supporting each other along the journey of trying to conceive.   But what would mine be about?  I knew I didn’t want it to solely focus on TTC, or becoming a parent, because I’m obsessively balanced and parenting is just one part of my life, albeit a pretty big one at the moment.  So I decided I’d open it up to talking about anything and everything – and realized that a lot of other bloggers do this, too.

So I found a common thread, or theme, if you will – to describe my approach to life and navigating through it all, thus Fumbling on Track.  I’m still fumbling around trying to figure it all out, but I’ve got great supports, a stupendous wife and partner, and I do feel as though I’m on the right track to refining my values, goals, and dreams.  And I have found some great connections online – mostly with the TTC process through E.’s blog.  I don’t even think I realized people could (or would) comment on blogs when I started.  Now we have an entire community spanning multiple countries who all support and give to one another.  It’s pretty amazing.

I still think my blogging is more for me than anyone else.  I thrive on writing out my thoughts and engaging in dialogue about them.   If I can make people laugh, all the better.  If I can prompt people to think, I’m even happier.  All in all I like the discussion, the back-and-forth, the conversation and connecting to people through wires that completely crashes the theory that technology has pushed people apart.  From my view, it’s only brought them closer together.


Hello, end of rope

6 11 2007

A wise blogger once cautioned against blogging too much about work. I get that the reasons are very real, and therefore have tried to keep my ranting to a minimum here. Oh, but it is hard, dear friends, to ignore that part of my life which takes up about 35 hours per week (on a bad week) and makes me practice things I don’t like, such as holding back hysterical laughter at serious moments and acting like I still have even an ounce of care remaining in my body. Daily challenges I’m thankful for, because without them, I’d have none.

Perhaps I should see this as a skill-development opportunity, for surely these important skills in self-control and appearing industrious will come in useful in some future of mine.

Here’s what I’ve gained, and will continue to perfect in the next 7 (!) weeks:

– As stated above, a keen ability to hold back fits of laughter when certain office personalities persistently keep fulfilling the roles I’ve secretly assigned to them

– A heightened awareness of who to seek out as allies in the office for necessary venting

– A renewed respect for humility, and the ability of an organization to appropriately, realistically, and in moderation, toot its own horn

– A refined ability to look like I’m working when I’m really posting

Not necessarily the skill list I’ll use on my resume, but helpful nevertheless. Amazingly I continue my knack for always seeing some positives in any situation (insert pat on back).

-Necessary venting commenced-

Online Outcast

28 09 2007

So the other day I had a little debacle where I joined F*cebook but not really, and now I’m in a bit of a quandary about it. Here’s what happened: I was IM-ing my brother one night, and I can’t explain it, but I swear that the screen said something about F*cebook. So I became curious to see if he was on it (ok, I was fishing for incriminating photos of him and his friends – he’s 10 years younger than me). So I joined and became his friend and looked at his pictures (all mild – darn!). BUT – I watched in horror (and went along?) as F*cebook imported all of the people in my email address book, and showed me the people who have F*cebook profiles. Then somehow THEY became my friends. Wait – no, I didn’t mean for this to happen….Then I received an email from a certain online friend who wrote on my “wall” and we had a very humorous exchange that went something like:

Friend: “Hi, A!”

Me: “uh, hi, but I’m really not on F*cebook…”

Friend: “uh, if you are not on F*cebook, than how are we talking right now?”

It’s all very deep and existential, you see, and to fully explore it would mean to get at the very meaning of life itself.

Anywho, so now I’m in this F*cebook netherworld where I have an account and like 5 friends, with no profile and no picture. I figured actually adding those things would confirm that I’m actually ON F*cebook, which I’m not. See – I tried the social networking thing a while back with Fr*endster, and I had the same problem: not enough friends = felt lame, didn’t use it enough, didn’t update pictures, eventually got ride of account. It felt great to be free of the pressure to make cyber-friends when I can hardly handle making friends in real life. I also feel a bit old for it all – it mostly seems like a college/possibly early 20’s thing, and I’m just on the cusp.

This article only confirms that I’m so not ready for the commitment that comes with social networking sites (although those of you who use F*cebook might find it quite entertaining). I figure that connecting to the blogging world is enough of an online presence for me. Oh – and keeping up with what books I’m reading/want to read on G*odReads, because I’m a complete DORK. Hmmm…a correlation, perhaps?