They say that writing is an expression of your ego. To publish, I think, is to become confident in the belief that your writing is something worth sharing. And then, you have to believe that at least someone will read it. Oftentimes, it's really not worth sharing, and no one will read it. It makes me wonder the number of old blogs out there on the internet. Documentation of some other's life, like the sort we now put on Instagram or Facebook, but with no one to view it.
I don't doubt that this is an exception, but I'd like a place to catalog the odd thought and share photos I find pretty without having to post on social media.
I would hope you know me pretty well by this point. If not, then maybe these posts will paint a picture (whether that might be positive or negative).