Shybiker

I blog; therefore, I am.

Ally Descartes

I had occasion last week to look for something in my blog.  In searching for it, I re-read my blog going back a few months.  I have to say, I was impressed!

I can't believe how much I've written, much of it substantive.  I've taken and shared photos of my life; I've conveyed my view of the world; I've described events I participated in; and I talked about the fascinating aspects of our lives.

Someone uttered surprise when I said recently that, after a long day of work, I relax by going into my closet, building an outfit, applying makeup, slipping on heels and lounging in front of the television.  I'll concede that most people don't do that -- but I ain't most people.  That activity, to me, is pure pleasure. 

I'm like the man who gets up at 4 a.m. to go fishing.  He resents putting effort into his job, but he'll put even more effort into his hobby and is thrilled to do so.

Blogging has become part of the fabric of my life.  It isn't "work," it's play.  Reading your blogs and coming up with new stuff here isn't hard; at times, I can't stop myself! 

I see that I'm averaging 25 posts a month, which is almost one a day.  That would be a draining pace if this were work, but it isn't.  I don't impose any arbitrary deadlines on my blog; I simply write when I have something to say and keep quiet when I don't.

I can't help but notice my number of followers -- 99 -- which hasn't changed in days and days.  I hope someone will put me out of my misery soon and flip that over to a hundred.  Even if you have to create a fictitious identity, end the suspense.  Please!

Just kidding.  :)