There is Elise, who, as a mother of four in Carlsbad, NM, has the funniest stories about motherhood, Kristina in Lubbock, TX, who finds humor in everything, Miranda in Austin, TX, whose writing brings me back to days with her on the mission and in Provo, and Wendy in Washington DC, whose stellar wit and vocabulary always leave me searching for a dictionary. These women are all amazing writers. I feel like I'm right there with them through it all, and it makes me miss these dear friends very much (sigh).
Now I'm not one who constantly compares myself to others. Trust me, it is damaging to everyone. But reading their blogs did make me wonder - does anyone read my blog for the fun of it? Do they keep reading old posts from a year or two ago just because they are so awesomely written? Or is my blog purely informative on our rather mundane life?
I'm not an incredibly gifted writer. During my first semester at BYU the only thing I knew about my undecided major was that it would NOT be writing-intensive. Oh the irony. After four years of whipping out critical analyses week after week, I think I started to develop the talent - a five page paper got to be a breeze. But that was 7 years ago. Whatever writing skills I developed seem to have dwindled. Gosh, even writing by hand for too long makes my hand cramp up.
So what does this all sum up to? My attempt to add some spice to the blog...more stories, less travel-log. More musings, less information. Hopefully I won't look back on this post in 6 months and roll my eyes at my failed commitment. But at least it's a start.