Falling Out

I've been asked to rethink the reasons for blogging. I'm not sure what I'm trying to accomplish by letting you, complete strangers, into my seemingly average life. I'm not sure what compels you to read it either. People like gossip but I'm not writing a bunch of he said, she said bullshit. What intrigues you to check in, read a few lines or the entire blog in one night, asking for more? What comes away from this reading? Am I just another angry girl crying out for attention? Someone to listen? Or is it something else?

Think what you want and do what you please with the information that you read here and, believe it or not, I honestly think this happened because I like to type. So I type, hacking away at the keyboard almost furiously at times but when I hit that Publish Post button it's like I've tossed a weight over the bridge and into the sea. It's therapeutic. My mind can move onto something else.

I've run out of ideas.

I'm done with excuses.

My time has become too precious.

And I've fallen in love.

I'll come back when I have solid evidence for what significance this holds in my life.