So many have taken to blogging like me. I’m sure we all share many reasons in common for journaling on the internet. And yet I’m sure we each have additional ones that are unique, prompted by our own experiences, past, present, and future. There are fleeting moments when I’m reminded of why I blog. I thought I’d sort out my reasons here and now, rather than have them floating around, popping up willy-nilly in my head.
- Topping the list is the fact that I’m a walking encyclopedia of life’s minutiae. Having an outlet is heaven sent for me and my family.
- My passion for writing is satisfied.
- The opportunity to practice writing daily is invaluable. One day I might write to be published. Never say never.
- Bypassing the “middleman”, i.e. agent, publisher, to have my writing read is instantly gratifying.
- Choosing subject matter without pressure from outsiders is a luxury I enjoy.
- Being back in touch with relatives and friends after a long absence is a gift I didn’t expect. They’re becoming reacquainted with who I am at 61.
- For those who know me, regular journaling is like a Christmas letter they can read all-year-round. It might simplify card writing during the busy holiday season, so I’ll have a head-start.
- It’s my hope that I can be one voice for compassion and positive energy in what is becoming a hostile, negative environment.
- I share my experiences as a child and a parent, knowing we all struggle to do our best, given our personal “baggage” of hurts and disappointments.
- I offer humor about my marriage, because laughter is an essential element toward its success. I know my husband agrees.
- I pass along tips, recipes, information in the hopes they might be of help to someone.
- It’s likely that I’ll be affected by Alzheimer’s because my mom died suffering its effects, along with other major illnesses. Until then I’d like to use the time I have left of my cognitive ability, to do what good I can. If I lighten one person’s load each day, I will have led my best life.
- And finally, my blog will remind my daughter of who I am, when I no longer am.
live life large, in the moment…hugmamma.