December 8: You Say Whore Like it's a Bad Thing

December 8 Reverb Broads Prompt: Why blog? Why do you or why do you like to blog (recognizing that these are not always the same thing)? Courtesy of one of the people who inspired me to start blogging, Kristen

I had planned to skip the next couple of days of prompts. I'm just tired. I wrote every day in November. I've written every day so far this month. I worry that people are getting tired of reading me. Work is insane, my stress level each day has maxed out around 9 or 10 for four days in a row now. The idea of coming home and then writing something coherent or witty seems like a tall and painful order. It just sounds ridiculous.

Except on my commute home I started thinking about why I blog. I started thinking that even on a horribly stressful busy day like today, I still want to write when I get home. It lifts my mood. It lightens those things that weigh me down. On a good day it enhances the joy. So here, in no particular order, and with links to some previous posts that I think highlight some of these reasons, here is why I blog:

Because Bethany and Brenda told me too.
To create a community full of fellow writers, seekers, doers, and new friends scattered all over the world.
To see myself better.
To write and write and write and edit and edit and write some more.
Because I'm "hard charging."
To try new things with support and praise and joy and even when I fail I can still remember I tried.
To see new things, take new risks, even if it's just to make sure I have something to write about besides sitting on the couch in my pjs, there's plenty of that.
To capture time, to capture moments, to capture a glimpse into my past and future.
To risk.
To engage you.
To feed my ego.
To check my ego.
To bitch and moan and wail and then move along.
To share the things I love: books, food, art, movies, friends, cities, people, family.
To give voice to my view of the world, in my corner, in my head, in my spot, because it is valid and strong and flexible.
To be accountable.
To celebrate.
To make you laugh.
To remember everything, even if it's the glossy memory of a scrapbook.
To show my love.
Because of you.
Because I want to share this terrifying snowman with you. He will haunt your dreams.

Because as much as I'd like to pretend I don't care what people think, I do. I want you to like me. At least most of you.
Because I'm a whore for praise and attention.