Something Happened, Something Has Changed

Maybe it was inevitable. Maybe it was not. The blogger I started out as is definitely not the blogger I am becoming. I have no clue as to what I am becoming in this world of words and ideas. All I know is I am not the same as I was when I began.

At first, I just wanted to have a Mike-Proof safe deposit box for the journal entries I have kept off and on since I learned how to spell. A blog was a place I could spill my mind, my guts, my coffee but not worry about the boring details of keeping it organized,neat, and actually legible.

That first year I only came to write. I spent next to no time visiting other blogs. And when I did, I usually just lurked without saying "Hey, how ya doin. This is what I think of that." I will admit I was underwhelmed by most of the blogs I did read. Not because they were in my mind less than mine. But because they were too different from what I was interested in. Many were one trick ponies. Politics, religion, scrap booking or what boys in Biology were the cutest. No one's take out here has anymore worth than anyone else's. We are drawn to different blogs for a myriad of reasons and interests. There is an audience for the poster opining about the cute boys in Bio class.

I found a few blogs that played around with ideas from every corner of the poster's mind. These appealed to me. And I began to come back to some on a more regular basis. Before I knew it I began to visit other blogs before I began to write. I began to look forward to what this guy or gal had on their mind this day. I became engaged in the whole process, not just one part of it.

What others write is beginning to have real meaning for me. I feel connections to folks I did not know or would ever know if not for the blog. And it is odd to feel it. But as with most things in my life, I will go with it and see where it takes me.

The picture has absolutely nothing to do with this post. It's just a close up on a valve cap that was part of a pair my daughter gave me for a birthday or Christmas present back in the 80s. She was so young, Mom probably bought it for her to give me. Anyway, just another old friend made of material world plastic.