Nine days out of ten, I love this little blog of mine. Actually probably more often than that. I'd say about 99.9% of the time, this whole blogging thing is great, and wonderful, and I can't get enough of it. But then there's the other times. The 0.01%. The times when I don't have anything to write about. Or worse, when I do have something to write about, but I can't.
There are plenty of people that read my blog: my parents (or at least my mom), my boyfriend (occasionally), friends, my ex, people from high school, and of course all of you lovely ladies (and gents) that I've never even met but grown so close to.
I enjoy blogging more than I ever thought I would, it has brought me closer to to some great ladies and introduced me to a community and a way of life that I never knew could exist from simply having an "online diary" (as I've heard it called). I think of my blog as so much more than a "diary." It is a place where I can come to seek advice, share experiences, make people laugh, and document big events. It is a place where I can scroll through my archives and laugh at my first posts or cry at my sad posts. I can come here to read my favorite blogs and email some new friends. Blogging is an outlet, an escape, and now something I couldn't imagine my life without.
As with anything in life, there are pros and cons to blogging. I've never really delt with any of the cons (besides the occasional writers block) but today I am. Today I'm not staring at a blank page with no words. Today I'm staring at a blank page with too many words in my head. Words that I can't share without the chance of hurting someone's feelings.