I like to blog. There I said it. In our fast paced, "I need this now" or "I don't have time" world, blogging is becoming a lost art. And I confess I have been an absentee blogger. I tried riding the instagram train and its ok. But something was still missing.
Blogging. It takes time. I can't sit down and whip out a post in 30 min. I start. Come back. Think some more. Change a few more things and finally after some time, I publish.
It takes effort.
This blogging thing isn't my full time gig.
I make no money with it.
I have no sponsors.
I have a busy life.
It seems pretty simple then...
I do it for the love of it.
In the same way I look at old photos and smile, I read old posts and reminisce. I am back to that place in time and it makes me remember.
My mother in law passed away a few months ago and things are still pretty raw. We flood our fridge with pictures of times gone by; special birthdays and family gatherings, times at the cabin. We hold tight to those memories to encourage us and keep a legacy alive.
And so I am holding tight to my little piece of cyberspace to encourage and keep my legacy alive.