One of my blogging friends commented on a recent post of mine that it was un-original. Her comment didn’t offend me. I didn’t take it as a condemnation, but as her initial thought upon reading my post.
Her comment did make me think about the reasons I blog. It certainly isn’t to become rich and famous, and blogging has wreaked nine kinds of hell on my already lackadaisical housekeeping skills. After thinking and thinking…
…I came to the conclusion that I write merely to write.
-Sometimes I shoot for originality. How might I twist this phrase or that to say something banal in a decidedly fresh way?
-Sometimes I just need to share the moments of my life with a few photos and captions.
-Sometimes I feel like a kid and need to be silly.
-Sometimes there’s scarcely a point to be found in my writing, even if I’m the one looking for it.
-Sometimes I write in poetry what I cannot say in prose.
Yes, my friend was right. My stocking post was decidedly lacking in originality. Hopefully I’ll be able to continue writing such pieces for many years to come.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 