I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, I am grateful for my blog.
Sometimes when I’m sitting in front of the computer and feeling bored, I’ll read through all of my posts for a particular category, tag, or month. I suppose rereading my own blog posts might be a form of narcissism, but it reminds me of the good times and makes me feel happy about my life.
That experience is probably what motivates people to keep journals. I have tried many times to keep a journal, but it never works. I don’t keep up with it and when I do write, it’s just moping on paper. Ultimately, it makes me feel worse about life, not better. Blogging is a little different. Knowing that someone else could read my posts forces me to pick an actual topic. It also makes me stay positive, because no one likes a moper.
Thanks to the blog, I’ve finally accepted that happiness doesn’t just happen. It is a state of mind and it requires effort. The beauty is that over time you become so accustomed to the effort that you don’t even notice it anymore. Just as 15 pounds seems like a heavy weight when you’re out of shape, after lifting it regularly for a few weeks, it’s a breeze. The only thing you have to do is keep lifting so that you don’t lose the muscles.
Winter, fast approaching, is my least favorite season, the time of year at which I am most prone to depression, so I’ll need to write lots of blogs posts. If for some reason I don’t, drop me a comment to remind me. And perhaps you should write some blog posts, too. It can’t hurt!