I’ve carried a diary since I was twelve, although I admittedly tore out the pages in each book, ripped them up into tiny pieces, drenched them in soap and water and threw them out in a fit of self pity and anger one winter day a few years back.
While I lament not being able to look back at my own handwriting and several lost years of written memoirs, I am actually thankful to a point. Each time I did look back at my scribbles, I would fall into the depths of sorrow and misery. Why? I only seemed to write about the bad/mediocre stuff in my life.
I find with this blog, I try not to air a lot of personal issues, as you the reader probably surf the interweebs to find something amusing or informative to pass the time. So I can say blogging has helped my self confidence. Yet, sometimes I really have to motivate myself to blog here every day. I’ll take the occasional day off, especially in times of stress, but you’ll usually find some type of ramble or piece of music or amusing youtube video waiting for you when you click on the feed, or type in the web address.
I will be closing on my new house this week and moving shortly afterwards, so I might be scarce for a few days, but I will return; I promise.
Regardless, thanks to everyone who has stopped by over the course of the last year and added their two cents, to those who’ve lurked in the shadow and were just passing through. I’m not only writing for myself, but I’m writing for you and hope that the mob is amused.
