Blogging about blogging

A rocky beach day at Turn-Arounds

I’m a blogger!  WHAT?  I can’t believe I’m finally doing this.  I have always loved to write and I usually drone on and on about “stuff” to my girlfriends via e-mail, IM, text, Facebook…even random forums full of strangers.  I love writing as an outlet for self-expression.  Frequently, I think to myself, “This is funny shit!” or “This is profound shit!” or “Does anyone read this shit?”

Mind you, I am not a reader.  I am not the type of girl who can sit and read for hours…and I am especially not the type of girl who brags about her vacations by saying things like, “Oh, it was just splendid!  I just plopped myself into a big cozy chair and got caught up on all of my reading.”  Uhh…boring.   I’m a smart girl, but to me – reading is lame.  As Jim Gaffigan so hilariously puts it…”Have you seen TV?  It’s way better!  There’s pictures…and sound…” 

Check him out here.

He’s right.  TV is way better than reading.  Now let’s not forget that basically every good book out there has been made into a movie.  Right? If a book is that good, it will eventually be made into a movie.  And I’m not an idiot.  I’m smart.  I get my news from Jon Stewart (F***ing brilliant) and I download audiobooks to listen to while driving.  Why am I talking about this?  Oh yeah…because I’m writing a blog.  So…okay to sum up – I’m not a reader, but I love to write, and I’m not an idiot.  So there.

Now, I do have a goal for this blog…but since it’s so new I’m not sure which direction it will go quite yet.  I want it to be an organic expression of things I find blog-worthy.  What makes it blog-worthy is bound to change over time, but my preliminary ideas are to make this blog a place to share the things that bring joy to my life.  I find joy in the simplest things.  I laugh at inappropriate times.  I use humor as a way to share laughter.  I love to run marathons because I get to train at the beach.  I love to ride my beach cruiser to the beach on the weekends with my husband.  I love to be where I live…in Carlsbad, with my husband and my two amazing pooches, Shady and Mr. Bojangles.  It truly is paradise here.

Gorgeous husband

 My husband (who is a gorgeous man, by the way) knows me quite well.  When I gave him the basic premise of the blog, the reasons why I wanted to start one, some of the personal emotions I wanted to communicate here and we started brainstorming ideas of what to name it.  Jason said “How about you call it Blong.”  Oh dear.  Blong?  Surprisingly, this was super hard for me!  I am very seldom short of words.  In fact, I had a ton of words written out on a piece of paper that I wanted to convey in the name of my blog.  Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be too memorable if my blog’s name was: “Happy, Ebb & Flow, Waves, Ocean, Coastline, Shore, Sand, Heart, Tides, Journey, Cuddle, Unfold, Intention, Life, Living, Peace, Sweet, Simply, Purely, Mind, Soul, Nature, Alive and Breathing, Gratitude, Beach, Beauty, Lovely, Run.”  How could I bring this all together and create a name that conveys all of that cool stuff?  We started throwing stuff out there and then one name led to another even better name and then BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE!  My husband blurts out…”Toes in the Sand.”  My heart stopped.  For like a minute…and I gave him a big smooch and congratulated him for winning the prize of “Best Blog Namer 2011.” 



Carlsbad Beach at Grand Ave.
(where we got married)

“Toes in the Sand” says it all.  When my toes are in the sand, I am happy.  When my toes are in the sand, there is nothing else; only present moment awareness.  I have been a beach lover my entire life…and I have always said “I just want to put my toes in the sand” out loud probably 18 million gazillion times.  It’s just where I love to be.  It’s my “sweet spot.”  If you don’t have a sweet spot, I encourage you to discover one.  You’ll know it when find it.  I found mine when I was a little girl…and it’s never changed.  My toes in the sand, at the beach, with the sun on my fair skin (burning me of course), the cool ocean breeze easing the sun’s burning rays, the spray of the oceans waves reaching out and kissing my face, and not one single care in the world about anything else.  Just me and my toes…sinking into the sand. 

Until next time...go find your sweet spot!