inspiration: found. searching for discipline.
My mom and I ran into a friend while out shopping today.
We talked about so many things, and it felt so great to reconnect, but it struck me [as it always does when this topic comes up in real life conversations] when we talked about blogging.
She shared that she herself was interested in getting into blogging.
"My blog has been paid for for a few months now," she said. "But it's blank - there's no content."
I want her to start blogging. She's witty, she's funny - she has the BEST kind of dry humor.
And it made me think. Maybe if I want her to blog so badly, I also want me to blog just as much. And I do. I want to be here. I miss sharing. I miss connecting.
With the rebirth of The Sunday Currently, I've felt so much joy. That means something, doesn't it? Yes, it does.
Long live blogging. Long live the written word. Long live siddathornton.