Taking a minute here to reflect on Bloggerdom. There are so many of us out there; many more of you are reading us. I wonder what there is about it and why?
For myself I have always loved reading diaries— from the genuine (earliest read was probably "Diary of Anne Frank" at age nine) to the fictional (a favorite: "These is My Words"). But I've never been able to write one. Started? Yes. Progressed beyond January 5? No. I keep little "trip diaries" (notes scribbled in half darkness before collapsing each day) because I know my memory of events will fog up. I create amazing grocery lists. But a diary? With thoughts? Such pressure!
While aware that nothing online can be a deep dark secret, I've still shared my thoughts freely and unfettered by editing (not better for it— mind you— just unfettered). And how nice that you are reading this!