So…that’s kind of a lot of words.
Definitely a lot more words than I ever expected to write.
When I started up a blog, I didn’t really have a goal in mind. I think it’s probably fairly obvious that I still don’t. Like you haven’t figured that out about me. What I expected was that I’d struggle to figure out what to write about, but go like crazy for a month or two, get bored, and quit. That’s usually what happens when I do something new. I get all hyper-focused for a very short time and then flame out.
That hasn’t happened yet, and I have no idea why.
I have surprised myself, and in more ways than just the perseverance:
How much very personal crap I am willing to talk about publicly.
How little angst that causes me.
The sheer volume of words I am capable of writing.
How the words seem to have a will of their own.
How hard it can be to stop sometimes.
It makes me wonder what I’ll write next, if what I write will change over time–or if what I write will end up changing me. I’m curious to see where it will go. It’s weird, but it feels like I’m just along for the ride. The words are in charge, and they want out.
Who knows what they could make me do next!
Definitely not me.
I’m just the scribbler.