I have always been middle class. Growing up in Annapolis among the snobby, richy, sailory people. But that was OK because my mom was doing it on her own – and holy hell. Good for her. Wandering within the sea of kids in high school, never really being in one niche or group. But that was OK because at least I didn’t stand out enough to be picked on either. Starting my career in-house rather than going full-tilt fancy design agency. But that was OK because I learned a lot about business in the mix.
And this blog too. While I adore and appreciate every one of you who takes time out of your day to stop by – I often feel middle class around here as well.
Probably because I write about so many different things that I am not “known” for any one thing.
And for a while, I got a little lost in that.
Now. I hate posts that sound all whiny and “look at me, look at me.” I have a great fear that is what this post will sound like. But fuck it. This is how I am feeling, and that is why I started this blog, to talk about my feelings. So narcissist, but true. [Well, kinda narcissist, but that’s a post for another day.] This blog started as a side diary to help me remember Declan’s childhood, and then it morphed into all these other things.
And while I enjoy these other side things – I would be a liar to say I didn’t – the core is still there. A journal of our lives. Plain and simple.
Last night I read Yvonne’s latest post and she seems to be going through some very similar feelings. She said so much of what I wanted to say, and better, so be sure to read this.
I feel a bit more repurposed. Less afraid to say what I want because some person from long ago on Facebook is going to make a snarky comment. Or worse, there will be NO comments. GASP. THE TERROR.
Again, fuck it.
I talk about lots of different things because that is who I am.
100% Middle Class.