being a bagel

The other day while I was eating my chicken salad sandwich (with wayyy too much mayo) on an everything bagel, I made a discovery. You see, I was thinking about my blog and what my next post would be about- something I do way more than any healthy, normal human being should- and was becoming increasingly jealous of the "'___' blogs."

You know, the kind that actually have a main bend or topic to them. For example, "God-blogs."

Those are the ones that are exclusively devoted to devotions and super deep theological realizations. They never post about dumb superficial stuff.

Or maybe there is the fashion blog that is more pictures than text and easier to read than a "Hooked on Phonics."

Cooking blogs. Love. Them.

However, after seeing all these on the internet and trying unsuccessfully to do the same. I just realized. I am so darn bad at being good at one thing. I'm not actually good at one set thing. Don't get me wrong. I have a skill set aquired over a number of years of training that make me quite fantastically adept at opening and draining a tuna can or making my bed. But one thing?

I've never been interested in just one thing and I've never loved more than maybe three things at any given point in my life.

I'm usually mildly attached to, say, music. Once I got into doodling. Another time I thought I would become a pro swimmer.

My life is just constantly moving as I do, skills or talents are left by the wayside.

So how does this have anything to do with blogging?

Well, I realized the blog I've kept for the longest time, this one right here, is very much a reflection of who I am. It's about really nothing in particular. I write when I feel like it. I change the design when I get tired of it. I don't re-read my posts unless I'm feeling especially bored.

So this brings me back to yesterday, when I was eating my everything bagel. I really like everything bagels. I'm really prefer the savory bagel flavors over their sweet cousins. Besides that though, I really like not having to commit to one set flavor.

I like the fact that with an everything bagel I can get like 3 or 5 flavors in my mouth all at once. I wouldn't order a sesame bagel or an onion bagel or even a poppy seed bagel. Too boring. But an everything bagel is just right.


Is this bad? I thought. What if I have commitment issues?

I've never been good at being a "best" friend. I don't think I've ever loved just one person.
But I generally like most people, but would be hard-pressed to choose a favorite.

I generally like most foods. Again, no favorites.
Movie? nope.
Music? Oh heck no- I have a wide variety to pick from on Pandora.


I could go on with the examples. As a kid my favorite color was "rainbow." I changed my college major five times. I almost never order the same thing twice at Starbucks.


I've come to the conclusion that for now, I have no conclusion. Perhaps liking many things is good.

Is this a personality flaw? Could this be an insight into a troubled soul? Am I bi-polar?

I really don't know. But for now, I promise this blog will stay just the way it is: a smattering of this and that. The miscellaneous clutter drawer that is my life.