At another time, in another place, I once was a blogger.
I blogged about my stupid, crazy, and wild life.
I vented and I ranted.
I reflected and I rejoiced.
I had loyal readers and (dare I say it) FRIENDS in the blogosphere who kept coming back week after week, always commenting. Kind, funny and thoughtful words.
I played "Meet and Greet".
Then I met a man, fell in love, moved to an out of the way place, and got married.
Blogging, and its associated perks, disappeared from my life.
Now, several years later, I find myself in the throes of a divorce and being compelled to re-join the blogosphere.
I need my outlet to vent and rant. To reflect and rejoice.
Blogging was cathartic. A way to work my way through problems to a satisfactory solution. A celebration of life. A significant part of who I was.
For a while that person got lost.
I'm getting back to my roots.