If you read Harry Potter–and don’t you?–I’m Hermione. The most exciting stuff I have to say is nerdy or fun stuff I learned and what I thought of it.
That’s why I’m scared as well as inspired by Halley on “life and death bloggers.” I care about the real lives of bloggers I read–but my real life is not what I blog about.
If I blog about good stuff going on in my life, I worry that I sound boastful.
If I blog about stuff that makes me unhappy, I worry that I am whining. If I offer advice–won’t I just sound smug? If I refrain from offering advice, I feel guilty because I’m not trying to help. What a worry wart!
I’m Hermione and I’m also New England. I know lots of people who hug and kiss-kiss their friends, and I really like it when friends do it to me, but I also worry about if I’m doing it right, which probably means I’m not.
I really like kissing my two kids and my husband. I don’t worry if I’m doing it right with them. And I used to like kissing my mother hello and goodbye–she liked it too–but the gesture was so untraditional, so un-New-England, that her dog would start barking fiercely whenever I did it.
And, if you want to know something personal about me, I really, really, really miss my mother, who died just a little bit more than two years ago.