As a kid I always wanted to one of those people who could write a diary. I tried and tried to fill notebook after notebook, but quickly realised that I only used them to make scheduled timed to do lists. Yup…that scary anal kid turned into a scary anal adult. I still make time scheduled lists, but I now have realised that it’s okay not to schedule bathroom breaks and to let them happen naturally….I am getting better….see?
For me the reason why I blog has evolved as much as the physical blog itself. I began blogging as an outreach. I had had a time in my life where I had become very hermit like, shunning company to sleep and generally be a downward-spiralling miserable faceache. I began my blog when I moved to a new part of the country, where I knew pretty much nobody, to ensure I didn’t get that way again. As time has gone on, blogging for me has become a social thing that I can do wearing my jimjams. Don’t you just love that?
I have a very people-orientated job and sometimes the thought of actually having to see ACTUAL people of an evening makes me cringe…. please note actual people do not include people who see me without make-up regularly…those people are special people….and strong-stomached…. and not around as much as I would love.
I blog now because I can’t imagine not. I like having something that is purely mine…. P has his photography and computing genius…I have my crochet, my sewing machine and my little old blog. It’s a hobby I can’t kick.
I can’t say I will love it forever…sometimes I find it hard to write as much as I would like and my own comparisons to other big beautiful blogs out there is endlessly frustrating… but I love it right now….and that’s why I blog.