I’ve been thinking more and more about balance — you know the type of work-life balance that we all seek. In seeking that balance, I have found myself starting to rebel. When I started blogging, way back in 2002, it was a place to write and be heard. It wasn’t about sponsorships, press trips, and stuff.
It was just writing.
I miss that. I also think that’s why I don’t write here as often. There are things I want to write about, but I want to be genuine. You don’t have to send me the “mommy blogger” rant from a week ago, I’ve read it and I feel bile rise when I think about it.
You see, if I write about something here, I honestly love it. One of the first posts that I ever wrote on this blog in 2009 was about finding the perfect mascara (not a very good post) and the different ones I had tried. I’m still a mascara junkie, but I’m not young and beautiful, nor particularly talented with a wand, so I don’t share photos of myself on here wearing my fresh new mascara, because isn’t that what beauty bloggers are for?
But I do write about beauty. At least I used to. I write about a lot of things and I want that to be genuine. I want it to be about Lisa and what Lisa likes and is doing. I’ve lost sight of myself — which is a shame. Because I believe I have a place out here in this blogging world. I may never be popular, but I don’t care. I should be blogging because I love to write. I should be writing about what I want to write about. Which is why I started this blog and gave it the name I did — a daily pinch — where I write about a pinch of this and a pinch of that.
I never meant to pigeonhole myself and thought that in order to be successful, I needed to put myself into a niche and title it. But that’s bullshit. I want to write about what I want to write about — whether it’s a fresh new mascara that I’m in love with (Michael Kors), the book I’m reading (Hemingway), the music I’m listening to (my playlist just switched from early Metallica to Pavarotti), or my love-hate feelings towards bottled water.
What I’m saying, at the end of all of this, is that I need to circle back and write what I want to write. I owe to it my readers, but more importantly, I owe it to me.