I’m entering a new chapter in my life, and as it begins, I ask myself “Why am I doing this?”

As of March 2, 2009, I’m attending a very intensive 13 month, full-time Web Technology program at my local College, by way of a midlife crisis career change. I have been writing bits and pieces of notes to myself, kind of like a journal,  and they are scattered all over my (way too huge) hard drive, saved with names that no doubt made sense to me at the time but that now are impossible to find…

One way to keep this all straight, force myself to be a bit more organized, and preserve the memories I am making during this extremely intense experience, is to put it online. So, it looks like I, who have been extremely reluctant to join the “bloggers”, now find myself in possession of my very own cyber-soapbox.

I have always felt that bloggers are basically narcissists only interested in establishing a Cult of Personality (a paraphrase from Peter Isackson) or bored teenagers seeking to expand the possibilities of future embarrassments (once it’s online, it lives forever…). But I HATE Facebook. So that leaves me thinking it’s time – yes, that’s right, me – Anti-Blog-Woman, starting one of her very own…

So I’ve been looking at the eighty-million-and-one definitions of the word “blog” (online, of course) and I’ve come to the conclusion that a blog can be almost anything the author wants it to be. In my case, I’m going to use this blog to chronicle my evolution into WebMom.

So here goes…

Wish me luck.