I had decided, after years of never-having-blogged, that blogging is weird.
Maybe it's only weird to me. Every time I think of starting a blog, I want it to be two conflicting things. The first is a sort of personal idea journal--some way by which my ideas are transformed from messy thoughts into sequenced, logical sentences, for my own benefit. A process akin to the extrusion of noodles from dough. Often those noodles are thoughts that I want to share, which is where the conflict comes in. If it's a personal journal, why publish it?
Before today, I never had a satisfactory answer to that question, so the grandiose blogs remained uncreated and the fabulous posts remained unwritten. (How many of you wake up in the middle of the night with a great name for a blog? I personally have never done that, so if you have, you're all alone).
Today, however, I've found my answers, and maybe blogging won't be so weird after all.