I once heard it said about blogging, "Never has so much been written by so many and read by so few." When I was occasionally posting my thoughts out here for whoever might land on my page, I felt that sentiment. "Who is reading this?" So I stopped writing.
When I was in Junior High, I kept a diary of my inmost thoughts. Having a diary was a popular practice among girls my age. They always came with a key so you could protect your writings from the unwanted perusing by brothers or others. The key, of course, was meaningless. Diaries were easily opened with the flip-out file on nail clippers. (Ironically, such files are useless for filing nails.) It was always sort of a game to hide my diary from my brother, and to always write some tidbit he would find of interest if he ever looked upon its forbidden pages.
How ironic it is that forty years later I, by nature an introvert, write my thoughts for anyone to stumble upon.
Of late I've been hearing the value of blogging and have once again returned to this, my abandoned-and-left-for-dead blog site. My plan is to breathe some new life into it and (hopefully) write some words of wisdom welling up from my growing number of years of life on this planet.
So, welcome! No nail clippers required.
1 comment:
Loved the quote. I, too, fall into that category of wondering if anyone is reading what I write, but somehow, I keep writing. I hope you will, too.
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