I started this blog initially to push myself to write more. But then I wondered why I felt like I needed to plaster it across the internet, and it seemed flauntingly trite, so I posted a few short pieces and quickly forgot about it. I have a recurring dilemma with the occupation of writing and why I do it and who I intend to read it and whether and why I feel it is important for others to read it.
But that's aside my new intentions. I realized today just how much information I have gleaned from other people's blogs. From my early eager endeavors at wholistic mothering, to preserving foods, to raising animals, to crafting, I have perused other's lives at will as they have presented themselves in their own tidy blogospheres, searching for answers to my questions and testimonies to backup my inklings. How valuable it is to have thousands, millions, of experiences typed up, to be found at the simple tap of my fingertips!!! I live in a very small community, so accessing diversified personal experiences the old-fashioned conversationalist way doesn't produce as many results locally. And I've found myself clinging closer to home anyways, as I've learned sometimes it's just easier on my disposition than carting my increasingly defiant toddler around with me on social outings. So, I don't get out much any more and my computer has proven to be a surprisingly affective catalyst at reaching out and trying new exciting methods and means of deepening my desire to live deliberately.
All that said, I came to believe that I'd be somewhat of a hypocrite of my own philosophies if I didn't contribute my own knowledge, experiments, and ponderings. A post on my blog just might inspire, guide, confirm, or change one individual's cravings or determinations. So in the spirit of karma, or just plain old boring responsibility, I embark on a meaningful sailing through the blogosphere.
