Ah, Blogging.

What a strange new technology this is, blogging. It's like keeping a diary except that people can read it and comment on it. Not that people do, really, but still. It's a place to put my any and every thought, that I can then go back and read later and wonder, "what the heck was I thinking?"

That whole diary-likeness probably explains why I don't do a better job of keeping up with it. I sucked at keeping journals, whether it was for school or personal use. There's no good reason why, other than a simple lack of self-discipline. I love to write, I certainly have a lot to say, and it isn't difficult for me to write, quickly and at length. Yet, inexplicably, I just fall away from doing it once the novelty wears off or I have a day or two in which I don't feel I have anything particularly urgent to say.

I always regret that I don't do it, because I think: what a treasure I would have, especially for my daughter, if I had kept diaries all these years. Then she could read, especially after I'm gone (which I hope won't be for a very long time, but I guess we never know, right?) all about how I felt at her age and what kinds of things I experienced at various times in my life. Heck, it wouldn't hurt me to read once in awhile as a way of gaining perspective on how things that seem like a big deal one day turn out to be nothing at all in the long run, or to see a record of something that happened, written while it was still fresh, compared with my memory of it a year or ten later.

At least the blog sort of nags at me, hanging out there in the ether reminding me in a way a static book hiding in my nightstand does not. I find myself feeling guilty for not writing more, and then relieved when I actually give in to the pressure of the unseen force and just do it. So now even though it's been a few weeks, I can look at the four paragraphs I've just completed and sigh and know that I'm good for a few days again. :)