I write here because I enjoy it. It’s a bit like journaling, which I’ve tried to do kind of regularly since 2003:
The journals are for me. I write to remember. To record. To think on the page and try to understand or process what’s going on inside, which can sometimes feel so terribly complicated. I work on stories, I write out prayers, I respond to arguments and disappointments and happiness and the books or movies that I’ve loved or hated or had mixed feelings for.
Sometimes, I look back to see if I still think the thoughts I thought five years ago. Sometimes, I find things I once wrote that are now, with time, funny or ironic or weird. I use those things to try and amuse or encourage family members. Sometimes, if we can’t remember when something happened, I’ll look it up to see if I wrote about it. Sometimes I did – sometimes I didn’t.
Anyway, the journals are personal writings that are mostly for my own benefit and enjoyment. My own purposes. It’s not writing I plan to do anything with. It’s just me and my thoughts about life and life’s bricabrac.
This blog is similar. I read about successful blogs and good blogging habits, sometimes, or about bloggers who’ve used their online spaces to make money or achieve fame or gain other writing opportunities. And that’s all well and good, but that’s not my purpose, here.
Of course it’s nice when people read, and when they enjoy my writing, and when they say so. I’m grateful for those of you who keep dropping by to look in on my rambling. But I think I’d still ramble whether or not anyone was looking in.
Those are my favorite blogs to read, actually. The ones that are reflective, a bit rambling – just going on about life or opinion. “This was my day,” or “This is what I think,” or “I think this is what I think.” And because that’s what I enjoy reading, that’s what I try to write here.
It’s been fun so far (for me, anyway). Thanks for stopping by.