Life before Blogging

Did I have one?

Every morning I sit with my bowl of cereal and read my 'morning paper'. It is my 'favorites' list of blogs. When someone hasn't posted I'm a little sad inside. I need to know about those current events.

Sometimes while dinner is cooking, and there's really not enough time to get started on something else, I scan through those blogs again. Just to make sure I didn't miss anything, or to see if there's been any late and breaking news.

My blog too, has changed me.

I started it like all those other blogs- but it didn't work. In fact, when people started 'publishing' their blogs I thought "Uh, yeah, I'm never doing that." But just now, it occured to me that my blog is my own personal journal and that I may, someday, have it printed and bound in a neat little book for my posterity to read. Of course, when they do they'll say 'Aaaah, that's why Grandma was so crazy" ;o)

I write for me. If I didn't, my thoughts would consume me. And although I don't write for my readers (all 3 of them), I don't know what I'd do without them.

I'm thankful for you readers. For your kind thoughts and comments. For helping me to feel a bit more normal. For reading what possibly could be the most uinteresting blog around. (Ok, I'm sure there's worse, but you know what I mean).

So today I blog in gratitude of blogspot for helping me to fulfil a commandment to keep a journal and for giving me friends all over the place.