I’ve noticed that the traffic on my blog has increased a lot over the last few months. That’s a good thing. I know at least two people who read it, but I’m curious about the voyeurs out there who remain anonymous.
I’ve explained to a number of people why I blog, perhaps you don’t know … It’s a selfish pursuit, an outlet, a release. Writing my inane thoughts keeps me clear and helps make room for more.
For those of you who know me personally, you may be surprised by some of the things I’ve shared here. But know that I don’t write it for you. I don’t mean to be entertainment. I write because I want to, I need to. I’ve made a habit of journaling my life since I was 10, and every so often I like to go back and see where I’ve been. This allows me to do that, although, in a much larger sense.
I used to think people were crazy to write intimate details of their lives on the internet, but now I understand it. It’s about being accountable. I have nothing to hide, and the things I want to keep private, I just don’t blog about. But otherwise, it’s an exercise in transparency and trust. I like knowing that a women half a world away can read about my experiences and perhaps stir something there. Cause a reaction.
I ask questions, that’s just the way I am. But not everyone does – and maybe they should. Perhaps something I write will give insight to someone I’ll never know … or someone I know quite well. Who knows?
Either way, I’d write even if nobody was reading. But thanks for reading, it makes me happy to know that somewhere, someone has had a bigger glimpse into who I am, and in turn, who you are.
