why i blog
I’ve been writing in a diary or a journal all my life. It’s how I process my emotions. I discovered the blogging world in the midst of an ugly divorce. When I had a lot I needed to work through. My fingers can keep up with my brain much easier when they’re hovering over a keyboard than when they’re putting a pen to actual paper.
Sometimes I write on actual paper to force my brain to slow down. That stack of journals in the header picture is actually mine. They sit on my nightstand. Next to my bed.
I do not consider myself a writer. I may have thoughts that percolate for a while in my brain, but when I sit down to write it is always done in one shot. When I feel like it. I almost never read back over what I just wrote. I spell check but that’s about it in terms of editing or proofreading.
This is it. This is me processing my life in a way that makes sense to me. In a way that feels right. It is not always pretty. It is not always polished. It is always unfiltered. It is always true to the moment. Even though sometimes that moment passes in the blink of an eye.
I’ve lived long enough to know that nothing stays secret forever. If my secrets are going to be out there, I’d rather have it happen on my terms. In my own words.
