As I have mentioned before I journaled when I was a kid. I started a journal when I was 10 and wrote one entire journal per year until I was 26 years old. Due to my personality, it only made sense to me to start a journal on January 1st and to finish writing in it by December 31st. I know, CRAZY! Anyway, I stopped writing the year I was getting married, because it seemed weird to keep this private journal any longer.
Now, the Internet helps makes this so much better. I have a monthly goal of posting for myself (of course I do). My husband follows me, so he gets to read everything I write. That makes me feel like I am not keeping anything from him. I am still able to get all of my thoughts out there though. Get them out of my head, which is such a cathartic exercise.
It’s a platform to be open, honest and raw. To let my sensitive and my sassy side flow. It is always real and what is genuinely on my mind. When there isn’t anything on my mind, I don’t write. I am able to just write a couple of sentences or 1000 words. I don’t have to worry about filling an entire page or completing a book.
What is even better, is that my family and friends can read about what is on my mind. Actually, better than that is that they choose to read about what is on my mind. Sometimes, they even share it with their friends. There are strangers who follow me on WordPress as well as Blogher and like/comment on my blogs.
Writing has always been fun for me. Talking about all the silly thoughts in my head. I never really imagined anyone would care to listen though. A week or so ago, someone commented on my Facebook post and said, “I love how honest you are. You keep writing and I’ll keep reading”. Well, I don’t plan to stop any time soon!