Whenever someone tells me they have read my blog I always feel surprised. I'm true to the subtitle up above in that I really write mostly for myself and to get out emotions and thoughts. What keeps me consistently writing is that there is this computer documentation of how many times I have posted. That keeps me honest and motivates me to do it more.
So, who cares about a 29 year old single white girl in Portland anyways? I'm not sure. I'm positive my life is not anywhere as fascinating as a majority of blogs out there. But, like I said, I am honest so maybe a reflection of this average lifestyle is at least relatable by others.
I made an unspoken New Years resolution this year to post a total of 50 times. I'm over halfway there and think I can easily reach that goal. I wonder to myself if it's being single that has given me more to say. I don't have a consistent person to share my intimate inner most thoughts with so the computer is a temporary substitute.
I do find myself lately, wishing again that I had that person to check in with, who cared where I was and what I thought, and who I could just look over and smile at as we share experiences. Is there still a deep and lasting, exciting love for a girl like me? Or maybe I'll just keep on blogging.
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