I write because..

I know I’ve mentioned Amy on here before.  She is my blogging friend.  I consider her a good friend although we have never met, and probably never will meet. Well who knows maybe we will someday.  Anyway the other day I mentioned that she had quit blogging and then the next day she started blogging again.  YAY for me!  Not to embarrass her or anything but she has been so inspirational or just entertaining to me in many ways.  I’ve talked about her “whoo” advice.  She’s the one that posted about the moon phases, she’s given me advice on my Vision board, and she is the one that inspired me to buy the book The Artists Way which of course I never followed through with doing the exercises.  She is also a reason that I don’t quit blogging.  Although other people have thousands of followers and I have 20 I have had one or two mention they like reading my ramblings. And you know what? I believe them.  I believe them because I know how much I like reading other people’s blurbs.  I can’t explain it either.  Can you?  I think people initially falsely think that when you blog you are sharing your very private moment-by-moment feelings. We all know what I mostly write about is nonsense. While I do tend to share some really deep feelings it’s not like they’re secrets.  Sure most people keep that stuff close to the vest as they say, and maybe rightly so in some cases, and believe me there is a lot that I don’t share…believe it or not… which is actually evidenced with the way Finally Florida ended catching everyone by surprise, mostly everyone, well not Diane anyway…ANYWAY, blogging and writing for me is not only therapeutic for me, it’s connecting.  I have often made comments about not making friends or not wanting new friends and sometimes I even think I mean it, but we all know I’m full of shit because what I do want and crave is connections.  That is why I spend a lot of time on the phone. That is why I started the blog to begin with – to keep me connected to my homies when I moved away. I need to stay connected with those friends, even if I’m not meeting them at Pizza Roma every week – or attending Fireball Fridays – or floating in their pools – or having lunch with the committee –  I still need to connect – and writing connects me.  It connects me with people I don’t even know. It connects me in ways I don’t expect, but then learn about when I get a comment, and it connects me with myself.  Just like the way I blurted out, as I was writing, about Trump being good for the country (you really have to read it in context here) I did not expect that to come out of my head and so sometimes when I write I am learning things about myself as well.  Most of the time when I sit down to write I have an idea but I don’t know exactly what is going to come out of my head.  And then it just starts coming and I just keep writing and when I’m done I think “hey, that’s kinda good.” and then I publish it and I feel like I’ve done something fun and good.  It’s truly an exercise.

I write because it’s connecting.  I write because it’s therapeutic.  I write because Ja Nel likes it when I write (although I haven’t heard from her in awhile) and well I guess as long as one person likes reading what I write, as I’ve liked reading what Amy writes, then why not keep it up?  But really the main reason I write is because “I” like it.  I like when I put myself out there and someone thanks me for making them feel something in themselves and I like when I get a comment that people haven’t forgotten me and/or care about what I’m doing (and not doing) I get satisfaction by hitting that “publish” button and putting my thought for the day out there in the ethers and knowing that people literally all over the world might be reading it and laughing or crying or thinking I’m nuts, but whatever they’re, thinking they’re thinking about it because “I” wrote it and well that’s kinda cool.

Thanks Amy for inspiring me to write this today!!  Here’s her blog if you’d like to be inspired by her too: Snapshots, Snippets and Scribbles

xoxo