Why Write?

There is a part of me that worries that blogging is a bit vain. The only topic on which I'd consider myself an expert is "me." I'd venture to say that even the most interesting posts about me would eventually bore even my mother to tears. I don't have any cute kids to write about. I cook, but not enough to devote an entire blog to the topic A travel blog is out of the question as I would hardly call myself a jet-setter. But still, I want to write. I want to share. As I have moved through life, albeit a relatively short one thus far, I have picked up a few things along the way that have made me wiser, stronger, and better. There are moments that I recall for the lessons they taught me or the feeling of overwhelming happiness. There are also moments I continue to revisit, wishing I could live them all over again; wondering the outcome had I gone right instead of left.

I often hear from my peers, and this big world around me, that the past doesn't matter. Have no regrets, and live in the moment. The beauty in thinking and living this way is that accountability for one's mistakes becomes less important than the ability to forge ahead past one's mistake. Somewhere in the middle is where I live. I am of the opinion that as long as I remain cognizant of my previous pitfalls, accepting that there were times when I made bad choices (most of which I do and should regret), I am less likely to stumble into a previously traveled and rock-filled road. But forge ahead I do, and must. I am grateful for my present and excited for the future. But, I'm also fully aware that the past continues to live inside of me. Ignoring it, will only make it speak louder.

So that is what I'll write about. I'll write about mistakes I make and the lessons I learn. I'll write about my successes and the steps I took to get there. I'll write about happiness and love, marriage and friendship, sadness and regret. I'll write about food, my travels, books, websites, movies, and music. And, certainly, I'll write about me. I'll share because the words are inside me, and this is the best way I know to express them. Sharing our lives with one another is now easier than it has ever been before. I think I'll take advantage of what's trendy (just this once). Even if my blog merely becomes a cathartic exercise in emptying my mind, or a way to document some of life's moments for me to look back on months or years from now, that will be OK, too. At least I will have done it; I will have claimed a little place in the world and deposited a bit of who I am and what I know.

I am happier now than I have ever been. I want to live this part of my life fully engaged, and totally present. What better way to accomplish this goal than by writing about it. To everyone who may stumble upon my blog, thank you for indulging me.