When I first started blogging it was to keep a record of what the kids were doing when. I was petrified of forgetting who started walking/talking first of the girls, I really needed to keep record of the things all 3 kids say and do.
I blogged most days, even if it was inane stuff.
It was healing, it kept me sane. Mostly. It was great to have feedback, to know that other people are battling through the same issues as I was.
Somewhere along the way things changed, as they do. Did I not need to blog daily because life got manic or because I thought I would bore people with the inane stuff? Should it matter what people think? They do, after all, have the option to read or not.
I’m not sure what the answers are, but I know that I still enjoy writing, always have. There is still a small thrill every time I publish a post, sending words out to the Internet.
I used to compose posts in my head the whole day, write myself little reminders of things to write about, much like you would save all your stories for when you’re about to see your best friend. I’ve stopped doing that, but I suspect it may be a habit I need to re-learn.
So, join me, I promise not to bore you. Not with 3 kids, a full-time job and a sense of humor. Barely.
Oh yeah! Cant’s wait to see more posts. I always used to compose posts but somewhere along the line, as you say, we unlearn that.