The Title is the Hardest Part

My mom told me that I have been blogging more than usual lately. Her statement was merely that, not implying that my serial blogging was anything to be ashamed of. Nonetheless, I felt sheepish.

Am I flattering myself by posting my thoughts on the internet—like somehow my life is interesting enough for others to enjoy?

No, I daresay that my life is fairly lackluster. Actually, one of the most exciting thing that happens to me each day is when I log onto my blogsite and someone has actually posted a comment.

Someone has read my thoughts. What I have written struck a cord. Wa-hoo!

But I shouldn’t admit that. I should act too cool to care… like I was just posting for the sake of posting. Like it wouldn’t matter if anyone read it.

What I am trying to say is that, while I do use blogging as a journal, I really appreciate those that read my blog—even if you do it because we are related and you feel obligated. Still, it makes me feel good about myself. It makes me feel out of the ordinary. So thanks!