Blogging is Cathartic

As you all have noticed, I am writing more these days. I used to love to write. I have had phases. Writing poetry was one of them. I wrote a play once (for a writing fair). That one was fun. I even wrote in a journal about what I had been dealing with as a young adult in the early 2000s (yes, I'm getting up there in age). I used to enjoy writing with pen and paper, so most of my stuff back in the day was not saved via .txt or .doc; a lot of it has gotten lost over the years, due to moves and not being smart enough to back it up in other places. But that's okay. Phases in one's life will not always be around forever, unless you decide to broadcast it in some fashion. For some things, I don't recommend doing it. It could come back to bite you in the ass.

Sadly, in my case, I should have published my work when I had the chance. I am a little upset that some, if not all, of my work got lost. Inspiration came to me so easily in the early 2000s. Hell, when I first met my (now) husband (the Hubbeast, as I call him), he heard some of my poetry and loved it. I had a poem called Ode to Boobs, which he still brings up to this day. It makes me wonder whatever happened to my stuff. I thought I found the flash drive I backed it up on, but I had to put the tote away. I will have to check again. If I'm already working on clearing out stuff for donation to Goodwill, then maybe I will find my flash drive.

The point is, it is worth the effort to do what you love. I love writing, even though I am not as inspired by things as I used to be. This blog has been great for me. My love of writing has been awakened again because I want to write about how I'm feeling, or what I may be up to. I find it quite cathartic and liberating, especially when I decide to have some libations while doing so. It's a small victory that I revel in.

We all should find something we find joy in. We should all revel in any small victory we find. Much love to you all, dearies.

Small victories and fluffy bunnies