I was thinking about it the other day.
Why do I blog?
I don't have the excuse that I am doing it to keep people updated.
The main people who would care; namely grandmothers, don't often read my blog.
Actually I don't think many of my family read my blog.
In fact Trevor rarely reads it, only when I tell him to. Although he does link it to his facebook which is nice. (But I've kind of taken that over too.)
I don't consider this my journal, although it is great to have a record of everything I have posted.
It may be a vain thing.... I really do enjoy when people tell me they read my blog.
But then I was realizing, I look at life differently since I started blogging.
I notice more details.
How ever ridiculous the phrase "blog about it"is, it's absolutely true.
I go through my day and I will have thoughts that were once just passing thoughts that I would never have remembered again. But now I don't let the fleeting thoughts (or moments) whisk away, I give them attention. And sometimes they end up on here, shared with the whole of the inter-galactic web world.
I feel as though I am more aware of my life and I live it more fully...because I blog.
I actually think more...because I blog.
I take way more pictures....because I blog.
I blog because I love to live my life.