When I was little, I wanted to be a ballerina. And the first female catcher for the New York Mets. Neither happened, but I still love ballet and baseball. And glassblowing. And “Curb Your Enthusiasm.” And my kids. And my husband. And my friends. And starting around six years ago, writing.
Initially, I feared my lack of focus would be a detriment, but I refused to label myself as a Mommy Blogger, a Political Blogger, a Feminist blogger, a Jewish blogger, a Humor blogger. I wrote about what I wanted, when I wanted, whether it was about walking home from school when I was a kid, a Super Bowl commercial, or a presidential candidate.
Eventually, though, I figured out that ANYTHING I wrote could fit into the categories of “Life, Liberty and Happiness.” This was a bit of an epiphany, as I am a massive American History nerd, and that umbrella is so all-encompassing, yet its spokes provide focus. Now, if someone held a gun to my head and forced me to categorize my writing, I could. Not that that’s ever happened, but I’m young, yet….
So, there you have it. I write about life, liberty and happiness so that if a crazed gun-toting person grabbed me and said “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WRITE ABOUT, ANYWAY???” I could quickly come back with “Life, liberty and happiness!” and he or she would say, “Okay, then. Carry on,” and let me go about eating my donut in peace.
It’s pretty ingenious, if you think about it. I’m confident one day that will save my life, and if you every are in the same situation, I give you permission to use my answer to get a crazed gun-toting person to leave you alone.Wow, that totally didn’t go where I thought it would go when I set about writing this “About” page. Sort of the way most of my writing goes.
P.S. I must give an official shout out to my friend since elementary school, Mitch, who came up with the name of my blog, “The Worthington Post.” My last name is Worthington, and I was Posting, right?He (and another friend) remind me he was inspired by The Huffington Post. I was blogging for my local Patch at the time, and Patch had just been bought by The Huffington Post. My thinking was maybe people might click on it thinking it was The Washington Post, and I could trick people into reading my writing that way. Also, when people ask me who I write for, and I say “The Worthington Post,” they are super impressed for a split second until they realize it’s not “The Washington Post” and my estimation in their eyes plummets. But it’s worth it for that split second.