Every year, right around the holidays, as I start thinking about what I might want to achieve during the next year, and blogging more is always on the list. Every. Single. Year.
There’s something about it that I’m drawn to. I’m drawn to it in the way that a cat approaches water, with the knowledge that it’s somehow necessary but also with some reservation, never sure just how deep the water is, or what’s lurking beneath the surface.
Over the last several years, I’ve been blogging increasingly less. My interest in writing hasn’t waned but my commitment to it has. There are other priorities that take…priority. But, the other day, a coworker came by while I had a break and we started chatting. During our conversation, she told me that she was excited – excited – to share with me – with me – that she had been writing during her leave. She told me how much she enjoyed the experience, the catharsis, the self-expression. When I told her that I hadn’t been writing as much, she told me that I need to get back into it. Her enthusiasm was inspiring.
So, here we are, a few weeks away from the new year and I’m thinking about what I’m going to accomplish during the next twelve months. Blogging is up there. The very least I can do is give it a go. If nothing else, I think I’ll enjoy doing it. These days, that’s more than enough of a reason to do most anything.