In just 48 hours, I have discovered the true reason for blogging -- and the reason I can't stop thinking about what I'm going to blog about. Blogging is the perfect outlet for those, like myself, who like to share. For those of us who drive people nuts when we are in our "chatty Kathy" mode, we now have a place to express all of those things that are going on in our heads that no one really wants to hear about. The revelations about life, the cool little boutiques and trinkets we find, the articles we read in obscure magazines, the recipes we tried from Food Everyday Magazine.
And so, I'm addicted. Mind you, I've been addicted to a variety of hobbies, each for a flitting moment in time. As we speak, I'm reminded of my 24-hour hobby of learning water colors as I catch a glimpse of the dust-filled paints that the boy bought me last Valentine's Day (stuffed conspicuously under the bookshelf in our office).
I've discovered that my hobby is actually searching for hobbies. Politics, cooking, hiking, water colors, movie watching, biking, volunteering, knitting, kickball...I've tried them all. I focus all day long at work, and that's about as much as my brain can take. Therefore, outside of work, I fiddle. I dabble. I flirt. I twiddle. But, I don't ever really commit.
My blog will dabble, just as I like to dabble. Why? Because dabbling makes me happy.
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