This NaBloPoMo has been insightful. It’s been fun having a list to follow along, stirring up memories and stories that I have not thought about in a long time, and to capture them in the blog. I’ve enjoyed it and I’m happy that I am writing again.
I’ve been a consistently inconsistent journal keeper my entire life. Sometimes writing avidly every single day and sometimes ignoring the writing for months on end.
For me, this blog is really nothing more than a journal that I keep. Except it is public and online and if anyone wants to drop by and take a look at the little pieces that I put out there, they are more than welcome to.
If not, that is OK too. The blogging is for me. It is a way to mull my experiences around in my mind. Relive them for awhile as I convert them into words. Posts that I can scroll through in the future to see how I was feeling that day, remind myself what happened or get in touch with the emotion of the moment. Blogging is an account of the pieces of my life, like a photograph they capture an instant in time.