Decisions Make Me Sweaty & Uncomfortable, So Here. You Decide.
After my lovely little woe-is-me rant last week, I came to a couple of conclusions:
1) I have some re-vamping to do on this site; and
2) I may not have many readers, but I have the best readers. And since I’ve always been a quality over quantity kind of gal anyway, this suits me well.
While #2 can’t stand on its own, #1 may need some further explanation.
I’ve been struggling for a long time to define what I want to do with this site — which “direction” it should go, what topics I should write about, and why I should even call it “Domestiphobia” (aside from the fact that I like the word). And since any type of planning or goal setting tends to make me want to crawl into the smallest, safest closet of my house with a bottle of tequila, a pair of sunglasses, and N-Sync’s debut album circa 1997 and pretend that I’m 15 again (with an apparent alcohol abuse problem), I’ve so far managed to successfully treat it as no more than an online journal to archive the often insane and aimless way I’ve thus far stumbled through adulthood.
Retirement plan? Real job? Sense of achievement and self-satisfaction? That stuff’s for the Type As, I say, and let ’em keep it.
Except… it’s not.
I may be Domestiphobic, but I want these things: Love. Security. A safe place to lay my head.
I want them.
I just don’t want to achieve them in the conventional sense.
Every node on every nerve ending of every sensory receptacle of my body is repulsed by the idea of a “normal” life.
I said it.
The very idea of working a regular 9-5 to support someone else’s dream seems ludicrous. The thought that my basic needs can be met with a cable box and the latest Pottery Barn it’s-new-but-made-to-look-old overpriced dust collector is depressing. The notion that life, as I know it, can be washed down in a blink with a single dose of monotonous routine just so I can earn enough money to wake up at 60 (should I be so lucky) with the means and motivation to actually start enjoying it seems like a waste.
I want to enjoy it now.
And I think each of us has this dream, maybe deep down, that life can somehow be more.
And for me, it’s going to start with this blog.
It will take some time to reorganize, especially knowing me, but that’s okay.
In the meantime, I need to know about you. I tend to write a little about everything here — from travel experiences to home projects to dinner recipes and the deluded workings of my inner mind. I’m all over the place. And let’s be honest — that’s not likely to change. But I would like to get an idea of what you, my regular readers, enjoy the most. And maybe that will give me a sense of focus.
A bit of direction.
A safe place to lay my head.
Take the poll — it’s free and anonymous and will count for your good deed for the day. Also, it could make you intelligent and rich and sexy beyond your wildest dreams.
Probably not, but I’m sayin’ there’s a chance.
(You can choose more than one answer. Please be honest. This is only my life we’re talking about.)