In order to answer the question of why exactly this blog is here, it's probably necessary to start at the beginning...
I started reading blogs when I was in a bit of a funk, I was in my first year of Uni, living in student accommodation and I was incredibly miserable. Me and my flatmates had polar opposite opinions about a lot of things, mostly about the length of time it was acceptable to leave dishes for. It seems trivial, but I'm not the sort of person who can cope with stacks of unwashed, mouldy plates everywhere! During the week it was generally ok, I could leave first thing in the morning and not come back 'till last thing at night. I cooked at M's flat to avoid the hazard area that was my kitchen, and things were fine. The weekends however, were not fun. I couldn't really afford to go home every week so I turned into a bit of a hermit. I started to question what I was doing at university, what I was acheiving and what it would lead to. I started to feel like I was a bit weird for not wanting to get drunk every night, like I was wasting my time at university because I wasn't out every night.
I didn't see blogging as the candy-coated world that some people accuse it of being. I saw it as a community of people who chose to see the amazing things in their everyday lives and keep a record of them. I discovered the happiness project, zenhabits and Gala's blog. I started this as a way to keep my own record of the good stuff that was happening in my life. The smaller stuff, the moments that perhaps wouldn't have stuck in my mind unless I made an effort to hold on to them. I try not to write about the bad stuff, I learn from it and I'll carry those lessons with me - but when I look back I want to remember the tiny little details that make my life amazing, not the stuff that brought me down. I'm a much happier person than I was a year ago. I'm not going to attribute it all to starting a blog, because that would be daft, but it has had an impact on my life.
This blog isn't a secret. Most of the people in my life know about it, even if they don't read it. There's nothing on here that I'm embarrased of and I don't see why its something I should keep hidden. Some people don't understand it, I think they think its a bit of a waste of time - but I don't see it that way. I find it weird that if I was a gamer then that wouldn't be weird. If I decided to spend hours of my life killing pixel-people, completing imaginary missons or winning non-existant competitions then people understand that.Writing about things I care about, documenting my life and forming very real relationships with real people? Obviously thats crazy.
I'm not sure how many people feel the same way about this, and I know that some people will probably think its a bit daft. Whatever. To be entirely honest, I don't think you can understand how special this community is unless you're involved in it. Its a digital world full of beautiful, encouragaing, nurturing people who genuinely care. They do. Its awesome. The friendships I've formed with other bloggers are very real. They're different to the friendships I have with my offline friends, but they don't mean any less to me. It makes me laugh a little bit when people say you can't make friends on the internet. Why not? People get married and start families after meeting on the internet!
So, I think what I'm trying to say here, is that I blog because I enjoy it. It provides an outlet for thoughts, memories and the stuff I produce with my camera. It lets me meet people I would never otherwise have met. It gives me something to do in the evenings that isn't mindlessly watching tv.
I pretty much just really like it.
This is part of Frankly: a series where I write about stuff that I think. You can find other Frankly posts here