It was one year ago today that I started blogging. When I started writing, I discovered that I already HAD a blog that I had set up the previous December. But I had never posted anything, because I didn't think anyone would want to read what I had to say.
Thanks to my friend Mamaneena for getting me started.
Blogging has been equal parts therapeutic, frustrating, and entertaining. I enjoy reading the blogs of others, and I feel obligated to write SOMETHING in mine every night.
Sometimes I have lots to say and have to rein myself in.
Sometimes I have to dig deep for anything meaningful.
Sometimes I should dig deeper.
Sometimes the posts I think will garner the most comments go almost unnoticed; the ones that I think are drivel often get more comments than others.
Some are poignant; some are frivolous.
There are some I'm tempted to go back and delete, but somehow I think that might be cheating. Like ripping pages out of your diary.
I like the fact that there are no rules in the blog world. Except for those I impose upon myself. For example, my titles must either be questions or have those dots after them. I don't regulate the number of dots, however. My blogs must also be grammatically correct and be relatively free of spelling errors. If anyone ever spots an error in one of my blogs, please point it out to me.
I also like the fact that I can end a blog post with a completely random thought, like this one.
You've gotta love a pedometer that gives you credit for 20 steps just for pulling your pants down, going to the bathroom, and then pulling them back up.
I'm just sayin'.