Never say never...

I always said I would never have a blog. But now that I am getting married, my friends insist that I have one. It's as if they didn't care about the mundane details of my life until I found my eternal accessory. What does a girl need to make her life interesting? A husband, of course. I am still unconvinced that my life is going to become any more "blogworthy" than it has been, but the social pressure is intense. Maybe convincing other people to follow suit makes people feel better about having blogged away all of their privacy. And yet, I am curiously excited to join the ranks. It makes me feel special, in a way, that people want to read and comment on my life.

Now that I’ve been convinced, set up the blog, and am officially "one of you" (I'm surprised there isn't some sort of initiation, unless it was finding a husband), I only have one problem. How do I tell my fiance? Part of what he loves about me is my fierce reaction to social pressure, hesitancy to conform to the norm, and the fact that I refused to create a "wedding website." Add to this the fact that, not only do we now have a blog, but I used a quippy play on his last name in my christening of that blog. But in the end, whether or not he understands, he will always love me. And whether he likes it or not…I am a blogger.