Family time...

I can't remember where and I can't remember when but I know at some job or camp or church or meeting we would have what was called "family time".

This would be the time set aside to talk 'frank' with each other and be honest and let our guard down and be real. Tears were shed during family time.

Well, I want to have some family time with you.

or rather, maybe it is a bit of vulnerable time. I'm not sure which.

But I have only recently been a blogger and I am loving it. I mean, it was a new year's resolution of mine to begin cataloging more of my experiences, emotions, and some other creative word beginning with an 'e'. But lately, I feel like I have been writing this to elevate your expectation of me. As a writer. As a friend. As a human.

I will write these posts that, when I am done, I feel like patting myself on the back. Like "yea! that was good! that'll get 'em for sure!" and then I look at my comment section and see "0 comments" and allow my pride to be wounded. 

But I need this little bit of family time with you to remind myself that I do not do this for anyone but myself. This is simply my public journal and it has quite honestly served as a salve on several wounds and has been a silent counselor for me these past few months.

So I will blog on. Not for you. But for me. Not for the comments or the followers or anything else other than the fact that I love it and I learn a lot about myself through forcing myself to think through some things that I would otherwise stuff down.

But I do appreciate you reading it :)