Guys. Guys. I just realized something. That last post I wrote was my 100st post to be published on this blog! (We're not counting the ones that never made it onto the wall. And yes, that is 100st not 100th.) So, yeah. Celebration. Happy, happy, happy...
Okay, let's be honest, my heart's not really in it anymore. I think about blogging a lot, but in the end I haven't done much of it because I don't have much to say. I don't feel that same desperation to get all my thoughts and ideas onto the Internet posthaste. That's not to say that I've stopped thinking about interesting things, or that I'm not clever or awesome anymore (insert winking face), it's just that I don't feel alone anymore. Remember last summer, when I wrote ALL THE TIME? I didn't really have anyone to reach out to, anyone I felt safe talking to. So flinging my thoughts into cyberspace, hoping that someone would read, understand, and respond, was the best I can do.
But now...if I have thoughts that need to be shared, I have trusted listeners in close proximity. My roommates make great sounding boards, and unlike the Internet, they actually respond to my thoughts. And, even better, I have the most wonderful boyfriend on earth, who will listen to me spout off my random thoughts and feelings, even when I don't make sense or when I inexplicably start to cry. So when something is on my mind, I talk to him about it, or my roommates, or my family...and by the time I get to my blog, I've already thought it all through and don't feel a need to write about it.
I guess what it comes down to is that I'm not really sure what the purpose of my blog is anymore. Originally it was to fulfill a class assignment. After that it was to express my thoughts, and connect to...something. Sometimes it has been to improve my writing by telling stories. I guess I could write to inspire and help people, but I don't want my blog to get moralistic and didactic. I could write to chronicle my daily life so everyone knows what's going on in my world...but I don't think anyone really CARES what kind of cereal I ate this morning.
And so, dear readers, I will continue to write when it suits me, because I love to write. Maybe I will write when I have words that need to get out of me NOW, or when I have a fantastic story, or an epiphany I think you would like. And maybe I will figure out the purpose of this little bloggy-blog. In the meantime, don't miss me too much if I don't blog for a while. I only blog when it's fun, and right now...it isn't. C'est la vie.
Okay, let's be honest, my heart's not really in it anymore. I think about blogging a lot, but in the end I haven't done much of it because I don't have much to say. I don't feel that same desperation to get all my thoughts and ideas onto the Internet posthaste. That's not to say that I've stopped thinking about interesting things, or that I'm not clever or awesome anymore (insert winking face), it's just that I don't feel alone anymore. Remember last summer, when I wrote ALL THE TIME? I didn't really have anyone to reach out to, anyone I felt safe talking to. So flinging my thoughts into cyberspace, hoping that someone would read, understand, and respond, was the best I can do.
But now...if I have thoughts that need to be shared, I have trusted listeners in close proximity. My roommates make great sounding boards, and unlike the Internet, they actually respond to my thoughts. And, even better, I have the most wonderful boyfriend on earth, who will listen to me spout off my random thoughts and feelings, even when I don't make sense or when I inexplicably start to cry. So when something is on my mind, I talk to him about it, or my roommates, or my family...and by the time I get to my blog, I've already thought it all through and don't feel a need to write about it.
I guess what it comes down to is that I'm not really sure what the purpose of my blog is anymore. Originally it was to fulfill a class assignment. After that it was to express my thoughts, and connect to...something. Sometimes it has been to improve my writing by telling stories. I guess I could write to inspire and help people, but I don't want my blog to get moralistic and didactic. I could write to chronicle my daily life so everyone knows what's going on in my world...but I don't think anyone really CARES what kind of cereal I ate this morning.
And so, dear readers, I will continue to write when it suits me, because I love to write. Maybe I will write when I have words that need to get out of me NOW, or when I have a fantastic story, or an epiphany I think you would like. And maybe I will figure out the purpose of this little bloggy-blog. In the meantime, don't miss me too much if I don't blog for a while. I only blog when it's fun, and right now...it isn't. C'est la vie.
:) I know how this is too. Only I don't have a boyfriend so... not that part. But all the other parts. Why share something you've already shared to people you've already talked to? Except for the people like me who rarely see you even though we're like... two forks in a spoon case. Which reminds me, let's play soon before I leave in a month! And that reminds me to remind you to write me when I do get out there. Yup.
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