Normal Human Female

About Me

My name is Meghan. I’m a wife, mom, sister, daughter. I’m an engineer. I like going down wikipedia rabbit holes reading about the tragic lives of historical figures 400 years ago, when I’m stressed about my modern first world life. At least I didn’t marry my uncle and die at age 21 from my 7th pregnancy, so having to clean the kitchen is not a big deal. (yes this was a real person, Margaret Theresa of Spain)

I’m 32, and the last time I consistently wrote for personal enjoyment was in high school. I tried making a blog-style instagram but it is jarring opening instagram to clear my head and write some personal thoughts but instead being blasted with a fire-hose of content. I suppose I’m adding to that sea of content now. But chances are, if you’re reading this, you know me personally or we have something or someone in common, and I’m not part of your algorithm.

Speaking of a fire-hose of content- this may very well be the worst time in history to start a blog. The value of human-written content has probably tanked since the rise of AI. Or maybe it’s the best time to start a blog if you’re a so-so writer? When I was newly pregnant with my first baby, my husband Nils and I were visiting Friday Harbor (San Juan Island) and happened upon a street market. There was a pottery stall selling pieces made by students of pottery, with many flawless creations, but the one we bought was a “mistake” lopsided blue pot.

Real, raw human imperfection is precious. It’s the painting my son makes, the karaoke songs where my husband gives 100% (Stars from Les Mis), the crochet pot-holder my sister made for practice, the wacky outfit my daughter picks out herself. As Robin Williams said, “That’s the good stuff.” It’s vulnerable to do anything imperfectly, or to even acknowledge our imperfections. I feel a bit of that vulnerability in this. I am a flawed human with flawed opinions and flawed writing. I am committing to not using AI for writing or “polishing” anything. It’s just me, normal human female, clacking away on a keyboard.