I’ve been thinking about this lately… Why write? Why take the time?
It does take some time out of my day… not too much, but sometimes I’m like oh crap I didn’t post something. I forgot, or the week just rushed by and it’s been four days and no post. So why take the time and why worry about it. A blog nowadays is, well they’re a dime a dozen. Millions of them more being added every single day. A graph from about two years ago show 112 million and nearly 200,000 being added daily, so that would make the number of blogs way up there…
… but the number of blogs out there hardly justifies having one…. SO WHY?
I don’t really have the answer. When I originally started blogging it was private. I was using it as a journal. It was for me. Sometimes I still write for that purpose for sure, for me. Get some of the things bouncing around in my head out.
I also write, cause I would like to think I can. I sometimes think I’m funny. Some of the stuff I write is funny to certain people, because of a conversation we have had or a something we heard together or something that I heard and they didn’t think I was really paying attention… so I throw it in a blog to see if they catch it. I like that kind of humor… sometimes dry… probably often so.
I also write, cause I hope sometimes I have something important to share things going on in my family, with my kids, my neighbors that I think we could all learn from. Sometimes it’s what God is doing in my life or in the lives of the people I care about.
So I write and write and write…