I have a hard time explaining to people why I blog.
Things I've heard about blogging...So, isn't it just like Facebook? or What? You mean, you don't actually know any of these people? or Aren't you busy enough without blogging?
If you are not a blogger, it's hard to explain that it's not like Facebook. And although I haven't physically met any of you (except you, mom!), I feel like I do know you.
Sure, I might have more time to do other things, like clean toilets, there is no way I'm giving up blogging.
Today has shown me that.
Trying to go to sleep yesterday, all I could think about is how I shouldn't have published yesterday's post. First of all, it will make my mom worry more than she already does. Second, I shouldn't unleash my bad days on the blogosphere; it hasn't done anything to deserve that.
But maybe, more than anything, I was just plain embarrassed.
For the love of all that is holy, I'm a effing doctor. I should suck it up and deal and stop moaning about the whole thing.
I thought about erasing the post, but that would have involved getting out of bed. So I let it stand.
And this is why I love blogging.
I don't know you. But that hasn't stopped you from sending me words of encouragement and support, from sympathizing with me, and for being wonderful blog-friends.
Because that is what I call you to Hubster, "So, my blog-friend said...." He knows what I mean.
It's strange, but the people I've "met" from blogging have become better friends than many I have in real life. I guess that could be read as I have a pathetic social life (which may or may not be true.) But I think I speaks to the amazing people that are part of this community.
And I just wanted to say thanks.