I’m a little surprised that I’ve continued to post regularly on this blog, despite being consumed with new mommy responsibilities and returning to work. I suppose I just anticipated being so busy that things like blogging would fall by the wayside. Not that I don’t have some weeks when blogging is pretty low on the priority list, and finding the time to do it is challenging. But most weeks, between diaper changes and catching up on email, I still post on my little corner of the internet.
Which leads me to wonder…why do I blog? What is it that drives me and motivates me to write down my thoughts and life events and recipes, and publish them here for people to read?
When I originally began this blog, I was in a strange time in my life. Most simply, I was in a rut. Some might call it a quarter-life crisis, although I wouldn’t label it quite so dramatically. It was more like a season of feeling stuck in the same place. My life was beginning to seem stagnant, and I needed something new.
So I started this blog. Its origins are humble, as can be seen by my first post in March of 2007. It was and continues to be a way for me to share my life and reflections, and to cultivate my personal creativity.
I don’t blog as a form of keeping a journal, nor as a means of therapy. I don’t use my blog to vent, escape, or say things I wouldn’t say in real life.
I blog about silly things, like getting attacked by a man with a shopping cart, and my disdain for the word “preggers,” with an occasional dash of thoughtfulness, like my opinions on interracial marriage (clue: I’m for it). There are also the frequent recipe posts, which is my way of capturing my love of cooking, and sharing it with others. I blog because it allows me to connect with people. It helps me keep friends and family informed. It lets me discover all sorts of new and interesting people among the incredible community of the blogosphere. This blog is a place to call my own, where I have a presence and a voice. I blog because I love it.
To all of you readers, thanks for sticking around here. Some of you I know in real life, others I have forged some surprisingly wonderful relationships with over the internet, others may be readers I don’t even know about. But to all of you, the sentiment is the same. I’m glad to be here with you.