It’s mine. I answer to no one. I write what I want, when I want (or maybe when I have time). But if I don’t write, that’s okay too. My blog is not dependent on the weather, it isn’t just “another thing” I have to do. It doesn’t matter if I’m politically correct, who I may or may not offend, or even who agrees with me. It doesn’t care if I’m exhausted and have nothing left to give. That’s okay, it’ll wait.
Yes, at times my blog can be frustrating, time consuming, and perplexing. If I have a terrible post that not a single person reads, it’s okay. No one can take it away if they disagree with how I manage it or what I write. No one can tell me what I have to do or how I have to do it. I can (heaven forbid) spell every single word on it wrong and break every grammar rule ever written. I can, all because it’s mine. Sure, I may sound like my two year old saying that, but I’m also okay with that.
Do I write for my readers? Of course. Would I like to one day make enough money from it to legitimately say that it is my “job?” Of course. But mostly I write because I feel I have something to share, something that is unique. Something that maybe, just maybe someone will understand. That maybe it will make someone smile. Maybe it will make someone look at the world in a little different way, through different eyes. Maybe in some tiny way, the words I share might put a little good into a world filled with way too much bad. Perhaps the words, thoughts, and ideas I share will tip the scales on the side of right.
Then again, maybe it is just a blog. But it’s my blog.
Maybe I’m selfish, but it’s all mine. We all need something all to ourselves. What’s your something?
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