I know. It’s the same as my first post. But it’s pointy enough to double as an About page, so if you’ve already read “A Very Good Place to Start” you can pretty much just click away and save yourself a bunch of time and irritation. You’re welcome. –
Except now that I have actual readers, I should probably say something about me in the third person first: Maya Cook grew up in central Missouri but has spent the last 12 years in Lindenwold, New Jersey, where she lives with her patient and amusing husband Jim, smart and alarmingly mature teenage daughter Corinne, and a cat named Annie who would like her to understand that being human does NOT automatically grant one the status of Dominant Female in this house. She (Maya, not Annie) spent 2013 pursuing a career in writing after failed careers in massage therapy, education, and office administration. It turns out she actually writes more when writing isn’t her primary job, and now she works in a university academic advising office. That’s just the job, though. It may be that her highest calling is being ridiculous, which totally needs to be a career option.
Aphorized (my previous blog name) was a shitty blog title, and was never meant to be permanent. I found an old photo of me snorkeling that my friend Ryan suggested I use for my cover photo & I posted it on Facebook to get a better name. The crowd responded with “Snarkeling.” It’s perfect for so many reasons, and is my permanent blog name. But it renders my original about post totally irrelevant, which is why it directs you here.
Even without the part about Ben Franklin being kind of a fuck-up, this blog is a few things: my entry back into a consistent writing practice and the concomitant building up of the calluses needed to be read by an audience of potentially hostile strangers; my musings on growing up, which appears to finally be happening in my late thirties thanks to seven years of funding my therapist’s amazing vacations; satisfying my occasional desire to be annoyingly self-righteous about shit I’ve already worked through in therapy that other people haven’t in such a way that if you’re like “self-actualized? More like self-ass-you-alized” you can just click away without worrying about seeming rude. But seriously, you need to work on your wordplay. And obviously I need to work on tightening my sentence structure. So we both win! Or lose? I’m not sure. See above about clicking away quietly.
Sometimes I take myself way too seriously. I try not to, but if you come here often I inevitably will. Please do me a favor and comment something like “balls!” when I do that about my personal growth. Because nothing good ever comes from taking yourself too seriously about growth. Remind me to share my therapist’s anecdote, Rule Number Three.
That said, I have a very serious side, and I will probably indulge in it here. I like to talk about geeky topics like organizational dynamics and history and science and cult sci-fi television. You may be the person who comes here for that. You may be the person who comes here for the navel-gazing. If you’re here for both, why the hell aren’t we friends?
I also totally love giving advice, because it’s way easier to solve other people’s problems than your own. I kind of secretly hope that people will write me and ask me for advice so that I can pontificate, because some people knit, or scrapbook, or work on old cars; I like tell people what they should do. I guess that’s not a secret anymore. Unless no one is reading. Or knows me at all. But so if you want to write me and ask me to pontificate at you, I will love you forever.
Thanks for joining me. I hope you’ll stick around for awhile. Just be prepared for the weird if you do.