I post on this blog daily and I have done so for one thousand three hundred and eighty-four days. Well, actually one thousand three hundred and eighty-five days if you count today. This has become a core part of my life.
If I am bogged down with work, I still blog. If I am sick, I still blog. If I travel, I still blog. Blogging has attained the level that eating, drinking coffee, and showering has – an every day essential for survival.
Some days I have more to say than others. Some days I am on a mission. Some days I am just amused with amusing myself. Make no mistake – I blog for me – my sanity…my glee…my self-expression.
I never cease to be amazed at the variance of what catches folks’ interest on my blog. I can find no rhyme of reason why some folks flock to one entry or another. I do recognize that I write from many different corners of my mind and while in a variety of moods. My blog is very much a representation of my scattered brain and imperfectly perfect self. Apparently, as diverse as my scatter shot is, so too are the interests of my readers. I love the eclectic group of folks who reach out to me about my blog or who take the time to comment – it helps reinforce for me that we all can find something in common to talk or laugh or cry about.
Regular readers are aware that my life is liberally scattered throughout my blog entries. To read my blog is in many ways to know me – albeit, I may have a few more layers than I have readily revealed in cyberspace. Some onion layers are too potent to be pulled back lest they cause unnecessary tears – be they happy or despaired tears. But on the whole, what you read is a fair summary of me.
Scary, I know. Can you imagine having to live with me? Not only is there the challenge of dealing with my “interesting” personality, there is always the ever-present threat that anything and everything could end up in my blog. I do have some lines I don’t cross, but they are few, they are small, they are written in pencil, and they are becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish without my contact lenses in. The bottom line is, the folks around me are always but a hop, skip, and a jump away from being blogged about.
The good news is that after almost four years of blogging they are adjusting. They don’t need nearly as much calming medication as they used to…they have developed coping skills. Of course, this is their gift to me – to allow me to be exactly who I am.And a fabulous gift it is.
I imagine that some day I will stop blogging, just like Forrest Gump stopped running – because I, like Forrest, will be done with it. But that day seems a long way off at this juncture. For now I will continue to eat, drink coffee, shower, and blog – not always in that order, but every day with consistency and commitment.
Day one thousand three hundred and eighty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da