As you know, if you’ve been reading my blog very long, I have no theme. I don’t stick to writing about words and nature, as does my friend Kenda Turner. I don’t write about travel, as does my daughter-in-law, Gina Boyd. I don’t have the deep spiritual insights of my friend Connie Huddleston. I don’t focus on the skills of speaking and listening, as does my husband Steve Boyd. I know blogs get more followers if they are focused, specific, and appear consistently.
So what should I focus on? My tagline is “Stories of Heart and Home,” and I try to write about experiences and memories that also carry a message. But that very lack of focus allows me to write about everything from Holy Spirit guidance to a Taco Bell Crunchwrap Supreme. Quite a range, huh?
So, dear reader, you know me pretty well by now. Shall I continue with my unfocused ramblings or should I buckle down to a specific topic? I don’t have an area of expertise worth writing about.
Grammar Guru? Yes, but many people already have covered that very well, such as Grammar Girl.
Cooking? My recipes and interests are much too mundane to write about.
Parenting? My children turned out very well, but that’s due to God and a godly husband, not me. Besides, I can hardly recall those days.
Retiring well? So many websites give recommendations for retirees that I’d just be redundant. (Besides—am I retired? I never have a non-scheduled day when I can just decide what I want to do that day. I need advice, not to give it.)
Teaching? Technology has changed teaching so much I have nothing to say about it. The last tech thing I remember was figuring out with the children how to make a PowerPoint presentation. Ha. Now I edit one every week.
Politics? Out. Too scary.
Gardening? Ha. You should see my flowers now. Pathetic.
Books? My choices would get boring pretty quickly. For example, I’ve read 13 of the 14 books in Jacqueline Winspear’s Maisie Dobbs series and am waiting for the other one to be available. Although my most recent, Imaginary Jesus by Matt Mikalatos, is quite different, and I recommend it to adventurous Jesus-seekers.
So I welcome suggestions.
Meanwhile, guess I’ll just keep musing. Or maybe head to Taco Bell for a Crunchwrap Supreme.