Introspection
You could correctly say that this was my primary motivating factor in creating a blog. Insidious, consuming introspection that has traveled with me for the bulk of my examining life. Noting this and that I once considered myself writer enough to complete a degree in the subject, you’d think I would have come to blogs years ago. And yet never have I embarked on such a project, needing I think to subconsciously trivialize both my penchant for self-analysis and my Liberal Arts degree. :)
So now. Here we are. Me, my neuroses, and my rusty writing skills.
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It seems an impossible task, deciding what to share. Anything that comes to mind? Do I treat this as a diary? Should it be informative? Amusing? Random? The possibilities are endless and, I’d wager, all already in existence in some form or another. We are constantly bombarded with nuggets of information and entertainment, news and gossip, opinion and fact. Long passed is the point where so much was available for us to experience that it became literally impossible to experience everything available. So by what criteria do we choose what we engage in? And by what process do we choose what or how much we share?
Process aside, the desire to share our inner workings, our thoughts and feelings, our failures and victories, is innately human. Regardless of how social a creature I may or may not be, I on some level want you to know what is going on with me, what I’m thinking about. And I want you to care.
So I’m going to start sharing (which is, I’m told, caring) and see how that goes. Hopefully you’ll find something in the coming posts that intrigues, inspires, or moves you to share something of your own.
