Why do I blog??
It’s a question that’s been floating around, asking people to define the reasons what drives them to share so much of themselves to the Internet….to bare your soul to strangers. It’s probably been floating around as long as people have been self-publishing their thoughts…long years before I ever started.
I blog because I always loved to write. I dreamed of a book with my name on the front and my picture on the back. My words filling the space between and sharing my thoughts and imagination.
But that’s not why I started blogging.
I blog because the sense of community is incredible. I can honestly tell you that one reason I’m finding the upcoming move to GA so much easier than I thought I would is because I’m taking a built-in group of people with me. I already know how much I will be missing the friends that have been family to us for so long, but I also know I won’t be alone there. I may be a hermit that never leaves the house, but I won’t be alone.
That’s not why I keep blogging.
I blog because, for whatever reason, I can tell you ridiculous tidbits of information about my family and you think it’s funny too. You keep coming back and caring about the good and bad and goofy and heart-felt. I love my kids, I want to share the wonder I see in them with the world…and YOU listen!
THAT isn’t even enough to keep me blogging.
I get an email from the mother of a newly diagnosed little girl. Her tears were so obvious in her words, the pain and fear stirring every memory. The news of another child going home on hospice fills me with a blackness, I struggle with the anger and helplessness that the news brings. The strength and fierce fight in these children, the passion with which they attack the cancer that attacks them…the families that are existing day to day.
The diagnosis’s, the survivors, the relapses, the deaths, the victors, the losses, the families, the understanding, the ability to reach out and tell another parent they’re not alone in it, the opportunity to tell people who might never otherwise know about it.
There it is.
MY reason…MY purpose.