I love to write.
It has always been a outlet of creativity for me. A challenge to articulate a feeling, a thought,
a sense of my better self.
Writing has given me a sense of purpose....a way for me to use the words that
sometimes fail me in an argument
(ask my husband....he has come to expect a letter after the sting of a particularly difficult and unresolvable disagreement. I know he doesn't always enjoy them....it's much harder to deny words when they are coming at you from a piece of paper. It might not always be fair, but I know it is much more difficult to escape a point of view when the person isn't there in front of you all emotional and in your face.)
I used to think I might have it in me to pursue the art of the written word professionally.
That is, until I visit political forums and find myself somewhat diminished at the prospect.
To say that there are many, many more talented and
intellectual wordsmiths who deserve to be heard more than myself
would be an understatement.
So, I visit blogs, both serious and not so serious and
I boldly participate.
And occasionally, I am given praise for my contribution.
A sort of validation that I have something to add to the discussion. I admit I spend way too much time on my daily reads, commenting on my political and philosophical mindset (hint....it's kinda where I've been the last couple days.) But I love to read what others are saying and how they view the world around them. There is a lot of bullshit out there, but if you step back you begin to understand that it is part of the experience. It's not always pleasant,
but I have learned to take it with a grain of salt and enjoy the interaction.
I guess this is my round about way for me to say I think I'm okay with my little forum here. It's starting to feel comfortable.
Sometimes, I'll admit it feels pretty superficial.
But it does seem to be the way in the world of design blogs. We all love to pat ourselves on the back for mindless content.
But I think that's okay.
I kinda think blogging is an outlet for our narcissistic selves. After all, I know this post is self-indulgent.
But this is my space and you can chose to read it or not. And I'm pretty sure if you have gotten this far, you're with me.
I certainly don't hold any illusions that I am well read here
in the blogosphere.
But this space gives me a sense of who I am and I think I kinda like me.....right here and right now. It's taken me a very long time to get there, but I think I can forgive myself for my past.
The sun is out and life is pretty good, and so I write......really about nothing. :)