Whether it be on the clean side of a soiled napkin, in a journal kept for 18 years, or on skin when you’re lacking basic stationery and paper, writing is a form of release. But blogging takes it a step further. There’s something incredibly cathartic about putting things out there. Hitting ‘Publish Post’ is like letting go of a balloon, sending off a lantern and watching a part of ourselves drift away and meld into the universe. We long to be heard, to be acknowledged. We’re significant and insignificant at the same time.
We spend too much time alone with our thoughts. Blogging is like being alone with an audience– only the audience’s reactions don’t matter as much as the mere possibility of an audience existing. And even if no one were to read any of my posts, they’re still out there. This is my space.