I wasn’t sure of my direction, but I knew I had to speak in my voice. My unfiltered, undiluted, what-the-hell-is-she-thinking voice with my opinions, my joys, my gripes – like the one from this morning complaining about having to skip my favorite holiday because of a cold.
My blog is a way of venting, to get something off my chest. The simple act of writing something down helps me to see an answer, to bring closure, to find peace.
It’s also become an unexpected way to connect with others. If I can post something that resonates with someone else out on the interwebs, that makes me happy.
It’s also freeing. For all the times I’ve felt stifled by where I’ve worked, by co-workers, by family or by this hyper politically correct world we live in, here in the walls of my blog, I’m free to express myself.
So why do I blog? Simple. Because I can.