Why a Blog

Why blog, I asked myself. I feel the need to write, to try and make sense of things, why not just write in a notebook, a typewriter, keep it on my desktop? I've done that. Didn't work. I didn't keep up with it. I'd find bits and pieces of paper, files, notebooks tucked away. Journals that never went anywhere. Futility.

The point is to get out of my head. Not keep it to myself. If I'm not putting it out there, in the world, I might as well just leave it in my head, let it keep pin balling around, keeping me in a constant state of disruption.

There's a risk, too, in putting it out where anyone can see it, my private thoughts, beliefs, bullshit. Kind of like jumping off a really high roof. I don't know what's going to happen next. It's freeing. I feel kind of giddy. And brave. I like it.