Turning a New Kind of Page
I've been keeping a journal for a lot of years. The pages certainly fill quicker when I'm faced with adversity, but I like to jot down things that I'm grateful for as well, for those 'desperately adverse' times. Sometimes I get so anxious to get home and get thoughts out of my head and onto paper, that I get butterflies. I reserved my blog for entertainment purposes. I felt my inner ramblings were entirely too personal and boring to other people to share. But in the last 6 days, I have discovered a new liberation. The thrill of thinking that someone may actually read what I've written and identify with it or find it amusing has got me jazzed. I actually learned last night that the latest man had popped onto my blog recently. He once made a comment that since I don't post often, people won't check it. Fair. I thought I was completely safe posting about him. He said since we hadn't talked he wanted to see if I was writing. I'm sure I won't get anymore hits from him in the future, but it was neat to think someone cared to see what I had to say. It won't be the most articulate. It will have misspelled words. It will consist of stream-of-coniousness thoughts that only I will find amusing. That's the beauty of not striving for perfection, but trying to make a connection. I can't help but thing there may be someone who has bookmarked my page and checks back every now and again. I'm sure the owners of a lot of blogs that I peek into don't know I'm there. I'll certainly never give up blubbering with pen in hand in my comfy bed with my furry roomie curled up next to me, but I can eliminate the butterflies for the time being by getting behind the nearest pc. Guess I have the latest man to partially thank, after all, he's Mr. Blogger.