blogging is weird, isn’t it? I mean, it’s making these declarations to the world… as if you’re talking to someone, but you’re not really. you’re simply addressing the world at large, wondering if anyone is listening. And why? I don’t know. Because I want to. But there are so many times when I really do wonder why I do it, and why I want to do it. It reminds me of the fact that I have always wanted to be a writer, but never felt that I have enough to say to write a book. If I don’t have enough to say to write a book, what makes me think I have enough to say to write on this regularly? It’s just so strange. It’s meaningless and yet full of meaning. I love reading other people’s blogs – I obsessively check to see if some of them have been updated. And I get different things from different blogs.
Some are just funny. Some are a way to keep in touch with the day-to-day lives of dear friends. Some are inspiring…
But it’s still a bit weird.
And yet I find it can help give me focus. It reminds me that I want more out of my day. It reminds me that I want to have things to talk about. And not only about eden. Even though he is pretty easy to talk about.
And so I log on, and I start to talk. To you. To myself. To the world at large. How bizarre. What would my grandparents say?!
oh and if you’re wondering, I haven’t given up on my One Hundred Things… but I am taking a philosophical approach to it. The point of the list was to enrich my life by attempting to pursue more of the things that make me love life. Since then I have begun my *top secret project* and various other things… and so I am allowing them to find space in my list in place of other things… because the point is LIFE. not being tied down. Hopefully I’ll still see a positive result at the end.