The Mirror Lies

When I see myself in the mirror, I do not know who that person is. I see a fat, tired old man looking back at me. I do not feel that way. I do not think of myself that way. I see myself strong and fit and thinner and healthy. I think that the mirror is lying to me.

Thoughts On Blogging

I am one of the few bloggers who is not a professional blogger. I have been blogging for years. I have never thought of monetizing my blog or producing content for selling. I have never used my blog to showcase my creativity or to exhibit my expertise. I write what I know and what I feel. I do not post pictures or videos. I just share my thoughts.

Most of the bloggers who started out back when I did are not blogging anymore. Maybe the stress and the pressure of producing content for an audience became too much like work. Or maybe they got bored. Or maybe they moved on past the emotional trauma that first prompted them to write. Not one of them has become famous or become a public figure or a successful published author or film maker.

So, I write from time to time to get ideas out of my head and to shed the burden of ideas that won’t go away. I knew that grieving would not be the focus of my life forever and so while I am sensitive to a grieving soul I am not grieving anymore. I am not lonely anymore. The stress level of my life is pretty low generally. Therefore, blogging will either be about posting recipes or sharing news. But probably not. Or maybe nothing until something strikes my fancy.

I used to have people in mind as I wrote. But those people are not blogging anymore.