Dirty Laundry of My Soul

There are a billion reasons not to blog more often. Here are some of mine, in order of significance:

1) Nobody needs to see the dirty laundry of MY SOUL.

It’s vulnerable exposing your words, the conduit of my inner workings, onto the forever internet. What if I change my mind? What if I don’t want Aunt Pippy to see this side of myself? What if people disagree with me and hate me henceforth? What if people like it, think I’m awesome, and then…meet me?

2) Ain’t nobody got time.

Back when great literature was written left and right, society was devoid of all the modern demands on our time. Ancients were paid by patrons to spend their time philosophizing and delving into the depths of their great minds to create content. Today, between work, grocery shopping, cooking, errands, Facebook, laundry… yeah.  That’s okay, spending all day philosophizing doesn’t actually sound fun.

3) Do you know how many people blog?

Many, many, many to the 22nd power. So blogging feels like another drop in the blogospheric ocean. Another dying star amongst the online galaxy. And they say it SO well. Why bother saying something when they say it SO much better. It’s hard to justify, really.

4) It’s not all about you, duh.

Blogging is ultimately self promotional. Honestly, I don’t see any way around it. If you blog, you are drawing attention to yourself. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Many people, myself included, have genuinely improved lives because of bloggers and their life-saving words. I think it can easily become a bad thing, however, an obsession with stats, pageviews, comments, and tying one’s self esteem to the crowd’s reaction.

Why, then, am I still on here? I think it’s because I want to. Like a scowling toddler with stomping feet, I’m shoving my way back onto my own blog. I can’t explain to you what it’s like inside of my brain – it’s a mess in there, it’s terrible. One morning, within moments (I mean mere seconds!) of opening my eyes, I ranted to my husband about Rick Warren’s recent mishandled joke, and before breakfast had gone through topics of racism, politics, and the likelihood of extraterrestrial life. My mind races like a fast, careening out of control car, and threatens my sanity on a daily basis.

Perhaps, if I take the time to sit down and craft some intelligible words/sentences/paragraphs to contain the spider webbing strings of ideas, thoughts, and emotions. Perhaps, I might have some semblance of sanity.

I’ve given my blog a new home, and will try to be here more consistently.

A billion reasons < sanity.

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