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!
I love your blog! I'm so glad you've chosen to share your thoughts with the world. The blog as diary - I guess in a way it is. I enjoyed keeping a diary when I was young, but it usually petered out after a while. So far my blog is going strong, but gosh there are a lot of us. Sometimes it makes me wonder why I continue, but I do.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy your blog - I never miss an entry, even if I don't always comment. I kept diaries from when I was 9 years old to when I was in my 20s (and I still have them all!), but nothing again until I started doing my blog 5 years ago. I do enjoy it, but it's not quite the same, writing and knowing that strangers are reading!
ReplyDeleteI love reading your take on fashion. Blogging amazes me. To think that there are so many people out there taking the time to read, and often to contribute. It's such a great way to share ideas, and I really appreciate reading yours.
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