BLOGGING: The Otherwise Unspoken Conversation

I wanted to put together today a short essay on my life through the cars I have owned. What was holding me up is the thought of going back downstairs to sit among the boxes of disorganized photos again, every single Kodak envelope over the span of thirty-something years, to find the cars of my life.

Then it occurred to me what should have been the obvious: I am supposedly a writer and photos should be an enhancement, clarification perhaps, but certainly not a necessity. The picture should be clearly drawn by my words. So it is going to take me a bit longer to post that entry. More work, more practice, more skill. This is a good thing.

But another idea came through as I was planning this out: Blogging is the conversation we don’t have because there’s nobody around at the time we need to have it with; or they wouldn’t be interested; or we just don’t want to share it with the ones who are available. I think we fear that some of those random thoughts are really very good ones, but that if no one hears them, they will simply die within and with us. It is wanting to leave a little mark on the world that hey, we thought this; this cleverness, this bright idea, this marvelous insight is something we came up with.

Autopsy Report
Name: Susan
Item #3 – Brain: Many good ideas were found inside this specimen, and it is unknown whether they were preserved elsewhere. Quite a shame.

And so, we blog it out. I had a best friend that probably was the precursor to my blog. We would talk several times a day sometimes, and it would be fun to hear what she had to say, and know that my wit wasn’t wasted because she would laugh at my silly version of life. It felt good. It’s the 24/7 conversation and can happen at three in the morning. Blogging, well, blogging just feels good.