Best for last=worst for first?

We're all familiar with the saying "saved the best for last." I wonder, does that imply the first will be the worst? I'm sure that will apply here, on my first blog post ever. I have never been a "techie" & frankly, the idea of blogs befuddled me. I could understand an expert blogging - a doctor, a researcher, a minister or priest. But ordinary people blogging about their ordinary lives & their innermost thoughts? And the assumption that others would care enough/be curious enough to read such or even "follow" it? It struck me as a little narcissistic, honestly. An electronic "Hey everybody, look at ME!!"

So has my opinion changed completely or am I a hypocrite? Well, a little of the former & sometimes a lot of the latter. In regards to blogs-I still don't understand the thought process behind someone feeling compelled to share (or over share) every detail of their life on the Internet, much less the belief (delusion?)  that others will be interested, much less care. 

This is more of an experiment for me. It seems life has thrown more than her usual amount of curve balls at me as of late & I thought maybe, just maybe, a blog might be therapeutic. A place to vent, ponder, whine, speculate. And since it is in plain sight, I don't have to fret over finding & maintaining the "perfect" hiding spot for a diary.  And free is MUCH CHEAPER than a therapist, right?

So, who am I? Well, a lot of labels can be applied to me. White, married, mother, Catholic, Southerner, Republican, Humanitarian, Believer, volunteer, orthopaedic patient. Sap, friend, daughter, sister, aunt, parishioner, cousin, in-law, granddaughter. Teacher, bibliophile, Christian, poetess, tender-hearted, coffee lover, survivor, music lover, daughter of a suicide. But I've never been particularly fond of labels. Sometimes they are unfair, misleading, restrictive. So, while I may be all those labels, in my mind  I'm Just Becca.