When someone asks you how you use your computer, how do you answer? I excitedly answer, "I blog!"
To set the record straight I only spend about 20 minutes every night or every other night typing out a few thoughts. But still, why? At the end of the day it could be argued that a blog is a signal of a bloated sense of self.
Here is what I've decided is my reason.
Blogging is really just a diary in which everyone you know has the key. And while that audience isn't large and isn't captive... There is an audience and a little bit of pressure to report on relevant, meaningful events, experiences, and perspectives.
The pressure has forced me to be present in my own life. Either I'm motivated to get out and explore the world around me, or I'm motivated to notice the details of my own.
In searching for a daily lead I've found the activities and interest that my children genuinely enjoy and I've kept a consistent recored of it. And as I approach the 1 year anniversary of kicking off this blog I'm down right amazed that I've stuck with something this long. (I'm not very good at sticking with things.)
Years ago I considered myself a journalist and worked in television news. I thought I had a story to tell, and to a degree I did. But the stories belonged and happened to others. Never to me.
Now, I have a story to tell and it is mine. It may not be interesting, Earth-shattering, or relevant to anyone else... But itis mine. Thanks for reading. Thanks for leaving comments. Thanks for sharing your stories with me.