This is a post about the infamous Julie! That’s right, the blogger without a blog! I have been long remiss in sitting on this guest post – my apologies to Julie and the rest of the blog world that I’m sure would dearly like to know more about her. As one of the most generous, hilarous and prolific commenters out there, I consider her an on-line friend and a mainstay of this community. Here’s to Julie! And without further ado… her guest post.
I sometimes over think things a little bit maybe. Like possibly a little bit too much. Not that I can’t accept that sometimes a duck is just a duck and there isn’t anything else but a duck. I can. I just have a hard time with it sometimes. Like my friend Trent asking me to guest post (like a dog with a bone). I can write something. I have plenty to say. I am smart and I have a good sense of humor. Why is the writing something for Trent so hard then? Perhaps it is that nasty habit of over thinking things. How long is it supposed to be, and more importantly, what to write, what to write?…
Do I go for silly? I can be very funny! I crack myself up all the time, although I might be easily amused. How about serious? Tackle some tough social issue? Crime or gun control? Gay rights? Maybe philosophical, something to inspire! Some fabulous thought provoking piece! I do consider myself “smarter than the average bear”. (Do you think that might be a side effect of over thinking things?) Maybe something revealing about myself? I have as many skeletons as the next guy I guess, maybe even more. I could talk forever about my children and my parenting journey. I could share war stories of a less than stellar marriage or touching tales of loved ones. Or I could even make up a story! A piece of fiction!
See? Over think the simple request and I have at least 10 (if not more), options for a blog post for Trent but I just didn’t feel like I had any ideas. You might be asking “So what’s your problem then Julie?” It’s hard to start a story. It has been a long time since I have written anything and even longer since I had an assignment. I am deeply honored that Trent would want me to guest post. I don’t really know how I stumbled into the blog world (not really true, I know exactly how) but I am in awe of how many very smart and thoughtful and downright funny people I have found. Dead serious. When I went home to share this newly found playground with my daughter and told her of the wonderful writers I discovered, people I get! People who would (and do) get me! Her answer was I could start my own blog. I could you know. She would help me. Or I could just read, and visit other people’s playgrounds I don’t really need to have my own. Then I don’t have to worry about any of that pesky maintenance stuff. I don’t know a lot of the blog etiquette. I don’t know if there is some magic to hitting the “follow” button that rewards the owner of the blog somehow. I follow quite a few blogs, but mostly by virtue of me going to see if there is anything new. The writers I love and check frequently for a new read but don’t “follow”. Am I doing them a disservice? Do I matter to them since I am not a fellow blogger? I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what I am doing. I do know that I feel that I have made some friends that are just as real as the ones I can physically touch. I don’t know if that is good or bad really (and there you have it! Yet another topic for a post) but I feel strangely close to a handful of these writers yet I haven’t really met them other than on their own respective blogs, or in the comment section of a blog we both read.
My name really is Julie, well, not really. My real name is Julia but Julie is short for Julia, so I count that as my real name too. My eyes are blue, my hair is very long and used to be blonde, however it has gotten darker as I have gotten older. I have 2 children, 2 cats and a dog and am passionately in love with all of them. I am a native of the Chicago area. I am a “bit on the exceptional side”. Seems to be fodder for many posts doesn’t it?
I don’t have a facebook page, I don’t have a twitter account. I don’t wear make up. I love my jeans and tee shirts and sneakers. I am not very materialistic. I work a lot of hours, an average of 65 hours a week. I probably drink too much but for some reason beer is part of my personal reward system. I pretty much just fly by the seat of my pants, and try hard to trust my instincts, they are very rarely wrong. I value honesty, integrity, and loyalty. (just your basic dog) I find it difficult to understand people who are mean.
There you have it. A little peek into the safer parts of my head.
***Trent’s note: for the record, you do matter Julie, and much as you don’t need a blog to be a part of this community, I would love to hear more of your stories in blog format. Hint hint! For further information on Julie’s blog adventures, head here: https://gibberjabberin.wordpress.com/2015/01/05/when-no-really-when/