Sometimes I wonder why I blog. I've been doing this for nearly 7 years now and I don't really have anything terribly witty or relevant or inspiring to say. I haven't put any effort into increasing my traffic (although I do love you, sweet readers) or followed any of the rules of blogging (yes, there are rules to blogging). I don't solicit sponsors to make money, I have nothing to sell or promote.
So why do I do this, if not for the reasons that many people blog? I guess to me, this is an online journal. I've always kept a written journal, dating back to when I was a little girl. Eventually my journals became more visual (that's when my scrapbooking started) and I started to abandon writing down what I was feeling. I found my journals were starting to become a bit of a downer, as the only time I wrote was when I had something to get off of my chest.
Then I went to India for 6 months. I found that it was easier for me to communicate with a bunch of people via the Internet. I used a website called Xanga, and it was a VERY basic blogging site. Like, shoe cans and string type blogging. But it served its purpose and allowed me to share my adventures with people that I cared about.
Then my dad passed away. I had a lot to say. A lot of emoting going on there. I wanted to do something in an easier environment, so I moved to Blogger. It's been good, I like it here. I am thinking of making the switch to Typepad, but we'll see.
I guess the point of this post is that there is no 'why' as to my blogging. I just do it because it's become a part of my routine, an online journal that I can reference when I want to. It's given me the opportunity to meet people I never would have met (either virtually or in real life).
I don't have a ton of followers. I don't get a ton of comments. It's ok. I'll be here anyway, and I hope you will be too.