I always feel like it is so pointless. No one will ever read it. My thoughts will just be my own. Occasionally this would be ok, but not all the time. If my thoughts are important enough to be written down instead of just thought then I would like to be able to share them with others...or at least have the option of sharing. That's why this blog was so appealing. I know that probably no one will ever read this but its nice to have the option. Whereas with a journal/diary the only way someone would read it in your lifetime is if you shared it (kinda counter-intuitive) or for someone to steal it.
This train of thought lead to me obtaining a blog. Thus one problem was solved with the acquisition of this blog. I now had a place to share my thoughts where someone could potentially read them...yet obviously I still struggled to write in it. One post for all of 2010...just one. Obviously writing is still hard.
Now that someone can potentially read what I have written I feel the need to write something worth reading...and I don't always have something worth reading. The worst part about all of this is that I was somewhat challenged to actually keep my blog up to date and now I am forced to write something almost everyday! In addition to my boyfriend's challenge-ish thing, my other friend challenged me to take "me time" each day. I struggled with this because me time was so unproductive. So I challenged myself to write what I thought in my blog everyday and label it "semi-productive me time."
It is quite obvious at day three that this was not one of my better choices. If I didn't have something worth reading to write in over half a year what made me think that I have something worth writing each day? I have nothing of importance to write. This whole post is just me complaining about how I have nothing worth reading in my thoughts...
I guess the take away point in all this (in an effort to make this worth reading): How often to we speak without having anything worth being heard? How often do we write without having anything worth reading?
Now that you have mentally answered that: What makes it worth listening to? What makes it worth reading? At what point does any of this become worth it? I have no answer...maybe what I write is worth reading. To me it is bunch of unoriginal stuff that isn't worth a whole lot yet here I am still typing away...thus it must have some worth. Somehow it must be good enough for me to type and good enough for you to read...at least in my mind.
I really don't know where I am going with this, but I didn't really have anything to say today. Obviously with nothing to say I had to question the worth of my thoughts and my blog.
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