i am a terrible blogger

The title says it all;  I am a terrible blogger.  I know I am a terrible blogger.  I think part of it is because I know that no one is reading this blog.  I write for myself.  I write to etch the feelings and moments of my life into the universe, with the hopes of growing and learning from my moments. 

I am a terrible blogger.

I always wonder....if I knew someone was reading my words, would I be more diligent about writing?  Would I censor my feelings and my confessions?  Would I be more open if someone would offer me a word of support?  A word of shared experience?  I don't know.

So much has gone on in my life these past few months, years since I started writing sporadically.  I don't even know how to catalog the events of my life in my own mind/heart, let alone here in the universe.

All I know is that it is always here for me when I am ready to write about my experiences.  It is always here waiting to listen to all that I have to confess. 

For that, I am grateful.