I changed my mind. I thought about it all day yesterday, I slept on it, I even started the process of doing it just now, when I logged in. But while I was working on it, I found myself wondering if I was doing the right thing. This was the conversation I had with myself about it:
“If it’s really because I don’t use it much, then why not do something about that? I enjoy writing; it helps me relax. Does it really matter if anyone reads it or has anything to say? No. No, it doesn’t. So, why not keep it? If nothing else, it’s my perspective of my life as I experience it – and who knows? I might want to look back on it some day “just because”. There’s something to be said for a kind of ‘Memory Lane’ day…”
So, I changed my mind. I’m keeping this thing. Sure, it would be nice to see the odd comment – on this point, I’m no different from anyone else who blogs – but really, at the end of the day, the moon won’t turn to purple polka-dotted cheese, the sun won’t go out, the world won’t implode if that doesn’t happen.
I like writing about my day, even when it’s a quiet and relatively boring one. It helps me relax, it sometimes gives me insights about things I didn’t even know I was thinking about… and, in a profound way, it’s quite liberating for me. So, I’m going to keep doing it. Because I can.