Yesterday it was bright, sunny and warm and the snow and ice that had covered everything completely melted. It promptly refroze around the time I was driving home in the evening. Once more I encountered the salt truck along the road, flinging salt pellets onto the glistening road surface and onto the car. Some got in touch to comment on this blog; some got in touch to ask for a confidence boost; one even got in touch to subject himself to inspection as though he were a race horse for purchase or I were a flight surgeon assessing his fitness for flight.
I was surprised about hearing from people regarding my blogging. Not because I think no one reads it but because I have no idea who is reading it. When you write a blog, you are mostly doing it for yourself. At least I am. A few weeks ago a friend recognized the slightest reference to her and wrote to me at length to explain and help me understand her better. A few days ago a friend commented, something about how much she related to what I had written.
Yesterday, two friends a longtime pen pal and an acquaintance from the LiveJournal days wrote encouraging words about how they were helped by or even inspired by what they were reading. I responded with something about just starting to do it β forcing yourself to do it.
Ultimately it is about forming a habit. I have made this be a habit for me β arguing with myself about how I need to write something every single day, even if there is not something to write about β to keep the habit going. I did not write a word after the mid-November death of my uncle.
It was almost six weeks before I wrote again sure, there was too much going on in the silent interim; also though, I felt tired and the loss depleted my ability to share.
