I read a lot of mommy blogs. Seriously. A. LOT. But, it makes perfect sense. A great deal of my friends are mommies who blog. I love them, I adore their kids, I read their blogs. I want to be a mommy someday, specifically an adoptive mommy, so it goes without saying that I would read a handful of adoptive mommy blogs as well. Some may call it obsessive, I call it being prepared ridiculously well in advance.
I read a variety of other types of blogs. A friend of mine writes a fashion blog. I read it. I love the idea of doing tons of DIY projects and crafts, so I read some of those blogs. I follow a few cooking blogs, because, well, there is a kitchen in my house I someday hope to use for more than pouring a bowl of cereal or making a PB&J. Many of my friends are involved in some form of ministry, as missionaries, ministers, or seminary students, and I love reading their words of conviction, struggle, and encouragement.
I also read some others blogs that serve absolutely no purpose other than entertainment and wishful thinking. (*cough*webcomicsandweddingblogs*cough*)
But, as I read these blogs, I start to wonder. Where is the voice that sounds like mine? Where is my blogging niche?
I’m not a mommy blogger.
Or a fashion blogger.
Or a crafty blogger.
Or a cooking blogger.
Or a Jesus blogger.
Or a wedding blogger.
Or an artistically comical blogger.
I’m not really anything all that similar to any type of blog I follow. I don’t quite fit in any of those niches.
I’m just a girl with an oft-neglected blog and some lofty aspiration to someday be one (or all) of the above types of blogger, rubbing elbows with the women whose blogs I read at the next big blogging conference. (BlogHer, I’m looking at you.)
I’m just a girl, single and in her mid/late-twenties (in West Michigan, WHAT?!?!), not sure what she wants to be if when she grows up, straddling the space between entering the adult world and actually feeling like an adult.
I’m just a girl trying to find sure footing in her faith while searching for a sense of purpose, direction, and meaning in life.
Certainly there are other girls like me out there on the blogosphere, whose lives have gone in a very different direction than they had ever imagined. I wish I could read their stories of feeling unfulfilled, listen to them as they share their longings and desires, and experience with them their struggles and triumphs as they navigate this thing called life. But until I find those other blogs and can read other women’s stories, I will share my own.
I may not have a niche, but I do have a voice.
So, here it is. Here I am. Sorting out my day-to-day musings on this little blog I call home.