Here we are again. It’s the second installment of posts where I try to explain to anyone who is listening (and to myself, as well) why I blog.
(Here’s Part 1, if you haven’t read it yet – Why I Blog – Part 1)
The biggest reason that I blog? I like to write; I always have. And I need to vent and share. I want to get my thoughts out and examine them, roll them around, “air them out” and acknowledge them. And it has become a bit of a personal challenge for me; to put myself out there and write about my life.
Because my life isn’t really anything special. But it’s special to me, of course. And the fact that I work as a 911 call taker is of interest to some people. They like to ask about the strangest/scariest call I have ever taken. They ask questions sometimes about “how that all works” – I assume they are talking about the dispatching, etc. So I guess part of my writing is to share a little (i.e. what I can) about that world, and some of the calls that come in. Maybe give people a little taste of what it’s like to take calls where I work.
Nothing I write about is going to change the world. It’s just thoughts and experiences that are unique to me; or at least, the way I choose to express them is unique. No one else will choose exactly the same words to convey the same feelings and experiences. No one else sees the world quite like I do, through my singular set of past “life experiences.”
That’s just a fancy way of saying I am unique, one of a kind … “special.” 😉
I think all my life experiences have given me a unique perspective on life. My life, anyway. Being a widow and a mom gives you a different outlook on things. For example, you get used to doing for yourself. You become more self-sufficient. It’s not that family and friends aren’t willing to help; they will if I ask. But sometimes it’s a matter of pride – I admit that. I don’t want to be perceived as “needy.” And to be honest, after three years I sometimes forget that I still can ask for help.
Speaking of needy … see my next post for my thoughts on THAT subject. 😉