Blogging is one of those words quickly associated with nerds. I learned that last night on a rerun of NCIS. And I’m ok with that.
I ask myself a lot why I blog. I wonder, sometimes, if I’m too involved on the internet; too connected. I ponder if I put too much of me out there, sharing intimate details with friends and strangers. Sometimes, I think that my blog audience is too large for some of the things I share. And I wonder from time to time if my posts will offend, start fires, create gossip, hurt feelings, or expose me and my family to a lesser good.
And then I remember that I’m not blogging for you guys. I’m blogging for me.
I write to create a wildfire of words.
I vent to make my soul feel better.
I attempt to make an impact with every post.
I write to have permanent record; reassurance.
I’m surprised, pleased, shocked, and comforted by how many people read my posts.
I hope to make a difference, even if it’s only in me.
I don’t necessarily write to ignite other people every time, I spew words all over the place to set my insides on metaphoric fire.
I make mistakes. I overshare. I cuss sometimes. I like and probably overuse CapsLock. My grammar and spelling ain’t perfect. But I love to write, and the rush that comes immediately after hitting “publish”, is reason enough to keep writing.
That being said, I’m out to discover. Why do you guys blog? Do you have one that I don’t follow yet?
Changing me one blog at a time,