If you’ve been hanging around here long enough you’ve noticed that I routinely (either annually or bi-annually) freak out about the “mission” and “purpose” of this little corner of the interweb.
This isn’t a niche blog. I know this. And most of the time I embrace it. But occasionally I get all angsty about it.
I completely understand why so many bloggers start and stop so many blogs. Because people grow. They change. They’re interests evolve and mature and blossom into new areas. And it can be very hard to contain all of that organicness of life into one little bloggy shell. There’s this need to shed the old snake skin or crab shell and go find a bigger, shinier one that fits better.
But I don’t want to do that.
So I’m left routinely stretching this bad boy out, willing it to conform to my ever changing ideas about life and faith and parenting and who-knows-what-else. Which sometimes makes me feel sort of embarrassed. Like my pants are a little too short or like that girl (me) who has gained weight but still keeps trying to wear those pants that really. don’t. fit.
Sometimes this place is all foodie and sometimes it’s all theological and sometimes it’s all parenty and sometimes it’s simply all hey-look-at-me-I’m-doing-something. The more I lean in one area the more awkward it feels when I branch out into another. I feel like I’m giving “the readers” a bait and switch, like the $1,000 dollar bill evangelizing tools (ooh, pun well played).
I worry that the smorgasbord method of blogging turns a lot of people off to this space. Like, they like the theological stuff but really don’t care anything about parenting because they’re a single college student and it super doesn’t apply. It also leaves even me having a hard time defining my own domain. I’ve met several people recently with the move that, upon finding out I’m a blogger, asked what my blog is about. And I’m left standing their sputtering awkwardly like,
“Um. (pause) I don’t know. (pause) Just, ya know (nervous laugh) our life and stuff. “
(Here’s the part where you reassure me that I should write about whatever I want because it’s my space (not to be confused with myspace) and I should be able to do whatever I want with it, and in fact you like my half-hazard way of doing things)
But I know at the end of the day I’m just going to keep on keepin’ on — writing about whatever tickles my fancy and trying not to care too much that I don’t appeal to absolutely everyone on the stinkin’ planet — trying not to woo the hipsters into hanging around despite how much I talk about my kids or beg the conservatives not to write me off even though I’m unconventional in some areas.
Whew. Now that the whining is out of the way, I really want to know: What is your favorite part of Bohemian Bowmans?
Do you prefer the theological discussions?
Do you simply enjoy the chronicling of our family’s life and adventures?
Do you want to hear more parenting strife and advice?