Monday, February 19, 2007

Whose head is this anyway?

BMG suggested I start a blog so I could record the witty things he says to me, and my reactions to them. We did online IQ tests today. Sadly, his is higher than mine (129 to 136). Both geniuses, to be sure. But, his seven-point lead on my IQ is something I may never live down. Sigh.

Perhaps influenced by BMG and perhaps influenced by my own desire to record my life, I've been thinking about starting a blog. Why? To give me a place to publish my thoughts about life so I can stay grounded, so I can remember all of the amazing things I've
had the privilege of experiencing. And, to keep track of the places I've been and the things I've done, in addition to those not yet tackled. I often tell friends on the phone that the milestones in my life feel hardly significant to retell; the excitement of returning a library book on time doesn't seem noteworthy. But, there are days when this feels really exciting. And there are times when I step back and realize significant portions of my life have gone by with myriad milestones in-between. I was dusting a framed print by the artist Milton Avery that is hanging in my bedroom. I realized I have owned this print for close to 10 years. 10 years!

I don't often look at the print. (10 years!) It is now a piece of the everyday fabric of my life. As I searched for the image in Google, I was reminded of what drew me to this print 10 years ago. It reminded me of my oldest sister and her consistent availability to me as a loving confidant. It reminded me to slow down and reflect on the everyday things that happened to me. I miss doing this.

So, why am I starting a blog? Is it for BMG - who inspires me and affectionately encourages me to be my genius best? Is it for Coop - who constantly reminds me that my life is unusual and I "really need to be writing these things down!" Or is it for me? Is this a way for me to stop and take note of my life - the everyday things that happen to me. The things that make me smile, that make me furrow my brow, that make me feel angry or proud?