Why am I doing this?
Is it just a diary that others can read? I never really had a diary. Somehow a log of events in my life that no one would read except me seemed like wasted effort. I'm a person who loathes a treadmill-type exercise because it seems so useless and turned-in on the self. I realize it may be necessary at times, but I always wanted my "exercise" to accomplish something beyond just keeping me fit. I wanted to create beautiful art with my exercise, and so I did ballet for a while, until it became too expensive and I got too old and fat. But even if I did it on my own without taking a class, I felt part of a community somehow, participating in an ancient discipline, something larger than myself. At the very least, I wanted my exercise to accomplish some task, like cleaning the yard or chopping wood.
So also I could never justify the time to write down my thoughts just to keep them locked away in a drawer. At least here someone has the possibility of reading my random thoughts. And I couldn't believe the charge I got out of people responding to my ramblings.
My 16-year-old son asked me something the other day and to save time I told him to read my blog on the subject. He declined, saying only 3 or 4 people read my blog and he didn't want to be the fifth. Ha Ha.