What Should I Write About?

Growing up, you're taught to write what you know. In higher education, you research and write to learn something new or to synthesize information in a new way. But as an adult, all the rules go out the window--thanks to the Internet, we can freely propagate whatever information we want, even if it is blatantly false. Plenty of people even get paid to do so! 

When I finally made the decision to start a "blog," I was hung up on deciding what to write about. Trying to confine my thoughts to a single theme, such as technology or money, seemed like an easy way to find structure and plan content. But when I started to actually map out posts, I felt stifled. 

I spent some time thinking about what inspires me, and found comfort in a variety of topics--art, gardening, music, technology, sustainability, social equality, cats, coffee, Denver. And I had an epiphany: whatever it is that you think you are writing, is nothing but an extension of yourself. Whether writing about what you "know," or researching something you "don't know," you are an inseparable component of your words. 

Suddenly, I felt empowered to write whatever the fuck I want. I do not have to pretend to be an expert in anything. This is a space for me to talk about anything and everything that animates me, scares me, confuses me. Maybe someone likes it; maybe no one likes it...maybe no one ever sees it! But I have been moved by the vulnerability of others, and I want to share my stories as well. I think the more we can connect to other humans, the less alone we feel--and that's all we really want, isn't it?

So, if you stick with me, you will encounter many subjects. Sometimes, I'll be an expert, and sometimes, I'll be ignorant and desperately searching for guidance (I have the comments permanently enabled, so please start a discussion with me). Whatever you find here though, will be completely and unapologetically Madison.

There's no way 24 year old me can emulate the levels of confidence and sass displayed by two year old me, but I owe it to her to give it a shot.

There's no way 24 year old me can emulate the levels of confidence and sass displayed by two year old me, but I owe it to her to give it a shot.