Update

After visiting my About page, which I clearly haven’t visited since the beginning of the blog, otherwise I would do what I am about to write about (ho ho ho, too many abouts), a lot sooner.  I changed “Jewish woman” to “Sefardi Jewess.” While I am a Jew (Oh Lord, what was I thinking the day I decided to go all Orthodox?), my identity is that of a Sefardi Jewess, which says a lot for those of you who know what I am talking about!  For those who don’t,  don’t worry, stick with visiting my blog, and you will learn. For, I intend to explain all about the importance of stressing out why I am a Sefardi Jewess, as opposed to merely stating that I am a Jewish woman.  

I Am Not Being Real…

It is pretty safe to admit that he great idea of having and maintaining a blog has been shot down to hell. The grand plan, filled with dreams about something big and wonderful, was woefully destroyed by my lack of discipline, and lack of clarity.

Oh, and here is another thing, when I think about my blog, I believe I think my real thoughts that I would like to put down, but… but, but, but… when it comes down to actually sitting down in front of the putter, and typing, I find myself typing some crazy ass stuff that half of the times doesn’t even sound like me.

To be perfectly honest, there are times when I go over my blog, stumble upon a comment, and I think to myself “WoW, that is really me.”

If I was to develop the whole idea of “not me” writing on my blog, then I would have to add that this “not me” is still me… except it is the fake me.

I guess my writing is reflection of me. Most of the time I find myself hiding the essence of who I am, what I am all about…. As I recently said to a co-worker of mine “Behind this fierce exterior hiding a sensitive soul that is easily hurt, but rarely shows it, instead of choosing to hide behind bubbly personality.”

Funnily enough, here I am, jamming in my own head to an Arabic song about how not that everything that sparkles is gold at Bauhaus café in Capitol Hill, and I find myself thinking “Hmm…right now, this post, it is real”…

Oh, I am also missing Buenos Aires, the longing to be back in that slightly crazy place is also real…