Why do you blog?

That’s easy. I’m addicted, hooked, can’t not. I get something out of it I guess.

Am I just an attention whore? I’m not sure.

I’ve said before that it’s cathartic for me. There’s never in my entire life been a habit or ritual that I’ve enjoyed the way I enjoy blogging. I mean besides coffee obviously.

Sometimes I wish that I had the ability to adhere to something else, the way I do with daily writing, such as exercise. Wouldn’t that be something? I’d be soooo in shape!

Exercise does happen for me but if I don’t find time in the day, no biggie, there’s always tomorrow. Couldn’t be that laissez-faire when it comes to blogging though.

The way I rationalize it to myself is that this was actually what I was meant to do. I should have taken some sort of writing as a career path and I didn’t. And then later on in my 30’s and early 40’s, even though writing and journaling was always in the back of my mind, it only came to fruition a few years ago.

So maybe that’s why I’m so passionate about it now. Finally getting it all out of me.

The kids and I drove the 7.5 hours to Winnipeg yesterday, didn’t get in until around 9:30 pm. And still hadn’t had supper so I didn’t have my bedtime coffee last night, woke up with the worst caffeine withdrawal headache of my life.

All better now though. I left my laptop in the car last night so tapping this all out on my phone. But, anything to get it done, right? A real WordPress desperado.