When I was a girl, I wanted so badly to keep a diary. I'd try but then I wouldn't like my handwriting so I'd rip the page out and would be too frustrated to rewrite it all. The next day I would open the book to write another passage and would be frustrated by the fact that there was a page ripped out and needed a new book before I could write again.
I'd buy a new book and write a few entries but then I'd find another book that I liked more. I couldn't possibly justify keeping just a few entries in one book and starting a new one but rewriting all of it wasn't an appealing task. What if my handwriting was bad again? Then I'd consider waiting a month or two because that would be a long enough lapse to make sense of starting a new book and discarding the old one. What to do? What to do?
THIS was the easy stuff. Let's not get into the fact that I'd reread what I wrote and feel silly about it or decide that I didn't feel the same way about a situation that I did when I wrote it or I made spelling or grammatical errors and so I certainly didn't want to keep evidence of it. Seriously. Things like that keep a girl like me up at night!
Although I hate to admit defeat with something like this, I gave up.
Then I found blogging.
Although some of the same issues still apply (has anyone read my weight-loss blog? Stop... start... stop... start... lather, rinse, repeat), I no longer have to get hung up about messy writing or ripped out pages. I can write, read, edit, reread, add pictures and even change the backgrounds to match the seasons. What bliss for an obsessive girl with a hint of attention deficit!
What I'm enjoying most however, is what I'm learning about myself (and I repeat, has anyone read my weight-loss blog?). I'm a starter, not a finisher. I'm a planner, not an executor. I really need to work on that.
And this time, I mean it!
