A friend asked me today “How do you have time to blog?”  The answer came easily.  It’s a compulsion.  A full-on, I could blog every second of every day if I let myself, compulsion.

I’ve always been this way.  I started a diary in 4th grade and I wrote a solid 10 pages a night.  It’s how I process information.  Actually, it’s how I process everything.  Before blogging existed I was sending friends group emails, I had three-tiers (yep, you should totally laugh your ass off at my neurosis here) “GUL” which stood for “General Update Letter”, the “GULP” which was “General Update Letter- Personal” and if you were a very, very close friend you also received the “GULPED” “General Update Letter- Personal Extremely Detailed”. 

I blog on my phone during my 1 hour (each way) commute to work and obviously in snippets here and there.  I blog before I call friends back.  I’m very lucky to still have friends.  Actually, I’m lucky to have friends at all seeing as my mental mainstay is dialed toward talking about myself.  ‘Cause that’s what blogging is.  Essentially, I’m fixated on talking/writing about myself so long as someone is listening.  Doesn’t sound that impressive anymore, does it.  It’s working for me though so I’m going with it.  I constantly think how cool it is that you all are reading.  Thank you!