Why do I write on this blog? The simple answer is because I can. The less simple answer? Well, that’s not so simple. I guess it mostly has to do with ego. I must think pretty highly of myself if I’ve started a blog. I must think I have something to say. I must think that I’m unique and interesting enough for people to be entertained. Sure, that’s part of it. But what have I really said? What unique or interesting thing have I posted? Not much, really. Yet, I continue to post.
Mostly because I’m trying to figure out what it is that I have to say. I’m trying to find that unique and interesting thing that makes people want to read. I’m trying to find that thing that I do that makes me entertaining. I don’t know that I’ve found it yet. Maybe this random collection of posts is it. A very large part of me hopes not. That part of me wants me to be better. That same part of me also tells me that I’m never good enough. It’s a fine line to walk.
This isn’t a pity party. It’s just a little bit of honest reflection. It’s not something I do much here because it’s comes off as mopey. I’m not moping. I’m just trusting you with some of the thoughts I have while I’m working on this blog. I’m going to keep posting because I still think that I’ll figure out what I want to say. Even if I never do that, I still like writing and coming up with new ideas. That’s why I really do this. The icing is that people read and enjoy it.
Tomorrow I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled Dancing With the Stars snark. You know, because snark is what makes me special.