My Blog Title

Dear Reader,

Thanks for stopping by to read my blog! I mean it. I like to think that there is at least one of you out there, but I don’t know who you are unless you leave a comment or become a follower (hint, hint – my followers feature is new – follow me – over there ----> ).

Anyway, Reader, do you ever wonder what I was thinking when I chose my blog title: “What Was I Thinking?”

Maybe not, but I feel the need to explain.

I know my title is an idiom. It’s a rhetorical question commonly used to express disbelief or regret or embarrassment about something done or left undone. It’s another way of saying, “Why, oh, why did I do that?” It’s something I’d groan with an emphasis on the word ‘thinking’ while shaking my head in wonder at my own foolishness.

But my blog title, while it may be true to its figurative sense for some of the content in my posts (I’ll let you be the judge), is actually meant to introduce whatever I was thinking at a specific moment in time about any one of a variety of topics - the trials and joys of parenthood, my first attempt to write a novel, practicing law, or my wish to study and protect the ocean.

Really, literally – what was I thinking?

If you care to know, then read my mind on my blog.

It’s just that simple.

Still, to have a little fun with my blog title, I’ve listed a few things below that would make me have to ask myself the blog title question in its common, figurative form. I’m pleased to report that I did these things (well, most of them) when I just didn't know better in my teens and twenties.

What Was I Thinking…

…when I went water-skiing in an alligator-infested river?

…when I left at two in the morning to drive ten hours to Panama City for spring break only to get stuck in the well-forecasted blizzard in Atlanta?

…when I took a taxi – alone – from our hotel in Cuernavaca, Mexico, to a remote village in the nearby mountains to climb to some random temple?

…when I went to law school? (Just kidding! But I did ask myself the blog title many times during the first year.)

…when I rode in a six-seat airplane in Belize that landed on a dirt runway with a small wood shack for an airport? (I’m not kidding)

…when I did so many keg stands at a party that I thought it would be a good idea to put my keys in the ice box? (It took most of the next morning to find them before I could go home!)

…when I bought some over-priced lotion set from a mall kiosk vendor?

…when I drove a rented Taurus on a gravel road that wound through the hills of New Zealand’s North Island – alone and without a cell phone?

…when I danced in a shadow box at a public bar? (okay - that was in my thirties)

…when I climbed up the side of my old apartment building, using the water pipes and decorative ledges, to reach the unlocked balcony window of my third floor apartment because I locked myself out and didn’t want to wait for the landlord?

…when I tried to install my own dial-up internet wiring by tacking a phone cord along the floor and door frames from one bedroom to another?

You get the picture.

I hope you are amused by my selection of naïve and embarrassing adventures. I’ve had a few too many opportunities to ask myself, “What was I thinking?” I don’t want a whole blog about it.

And that is why my blog title means exactly what it asks.

Now, you know what I think.

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Hugs,
Kristen


P.S. Tell me what you think. What have you done that made you ask yourself, “What was I thinking?” Don't be shy. I want to know.