I don’t promise that I’m coherent at this point. It’s been 21 1/2 hours. 21 1/2 HOURS. HOURS. Spell check is my friend now.
I love blogging. For so many reasons.
Journaling. I’ve always had a journal. But I hated handwriting, and as soon as I had a computer I started typing. There’s something so soothing to the clickety clackety of the keyboard and my fingers flying and words appearing. Dumping my brain out. Putting my inner thoughts out where they can’t torment me any longer. And then the internet came into being for the common folk, and I was about to express my thoughts out to the vast universe to be read by whomever. Opening myself up to criticism. Yes. But the sheer act of opening myself up is therapeutic in and of itself. Plus, I print my blog annually, and put that year in my hope chest. Even if it disappears from the internet, it’s a legacy for my children.
Community. As an introvert who then had children and adult responsibilities, this has led to being able to have relationships regardless of my availability. Wonderful for the psyche. Connection. Friendship. Debate.
I could go on. Wish I could express myself better. Best I can do at 3:30am.
I love blogging too. Never liked journal writing because my hand would hurt-seems I had much to say! LOL! Love me my keyboard because that is way faster and much more productive. I can delete and I can add at my whim. And blogging is theraputic-both for the writer and the reader. Love this post!
Me too!