An Exercise in Writing

My blog stats recently have been abysmal.  Less than abysmal.  Sad.  Sorry.  Tragic.  I realize that I’ve slacked terribly on promotion of any kind and my frenzy of last year has abated like the calm after a hurricane…. and so I am left with…crickets.  But you know what?  I decided to change my attitude about it.  Instead of writing for someone or an audience of some kind, I am writing for me.  I am writing to stay somewhat fresh.  Because I feel if I didn’t force myself to pump out a blog post a week (which in itself is abysmal), I wouldn’t be writing at all right now.  And I’m okay with that.  I’m okay with low stats and low readership precisely because I am writing exactly what I want to write and  I am not forcing or coercing the universe or an audience into reading it.  I am writing because I enjoy writing and I enjoy the practice of writing and expression and seeing what I can do with an idea. Perhaps I shouldn’t force my “practice” on those who happen to stumble upon this website…but I like to think that if someone finds it valuable then it has served a double extra purpose and that’s just gravy, baby.

I think that’s part of this happiness thing (of learning to be happy)… is to do what you love to do because you love it…not because it will get you somewhere or gain you some kind of outcome.  So I write…because I love to do so and I have fun with it.  And I write only a little right now…because I am living the rest of the time in the real world. That’s where I’m doing things…making/strengthening relationships, enjoying friendships and spending some time doing other things that I enjoy (recently a resurgence in art).  So this little blog here is an exercise in writing about me learning to live…and maybe about me gaining some happiness and perspective on the way.  If you dig me…I appreciate it and I hope to get back to writing on a more consistent basis in the future.