Sunday, August 5, 2007
Brad H. recently started a blog. In it he writes..."as I read the things that many of you have written it brings me to believe that writing may be more therapeutic for me then anything else". I think he really hit the nail on the head with that statement. I've never been much of a writer. While other girls in high school were writing poetry to their boyfriends and keeping flower-covered diaries with little locks and keys on chains around their necks, I was too busy with other things to be bothered. I tried, as I grew older, to keep a journal, but I grew much too frustrated with the whole process of writing, scribbling out or erasing what I didn't like, etc. It was too slow, too cumbersome, and much too time-consuming to be bothered with.
But here, in blog land, I've found a format to express my thoughts, opinions and feelings, and just general observations about my world and the world around me. I don't know if many people read this, but that's okay, if they don't. As Brad stated, it's more therapeutic for me than anything else, and judging from the number of blogs being started, seemingly almost daily, it's a help to other people, too. I also like getting to know acquaintances better, and feeling that we're becoming better friends, or a "community" as Justin so aptly put it.
Maybe it's a bit ironic that I tend to be a fairly private person and yet here I am, exposing my life to the world via the internet. Regardless, I'm enjoying it immensely, and even more so, I'm enjoying viewing other's lives from the other side of the lake.