Funny thing is, I love talking. I am fantastic at never shutting up. My husband's longest running joke with me is when he asks how long I'll be "swinging by" my mom's house for a visit, he automatically tacks on an additional two hours for talking.
I am fascinated by communication, I love hearing people's stories, and quite frankly, I enjoy telling my own. Talk is therapeutic, talk is enjoyable, and talk is connection. I love connection.
But, for some reason, when it comes to the written word I have the toughest time applying that same fervor. For me, conversation feel like a process. It is the ebb and flow of words, ideas, and thoughts. You can change the course of a debate mid sentence, you can be rocked rattled and rolled and come out feeling exhausted or renewed. You can shout and cry and laugh and then repeat the whole thing over again. You can take this winding journey with another person (or persons) and end up in places you never expected. There is room for error, there is room for judgement, there is room for forgiveness, there is room for confusion, and there is room for understanding. If you stick with a conversation long enough, you can travel the entire spectrum of emotions and still come out feeling fulfilled.
When it comes to writing a blog post however, you have a single chance to express yourself and then place it out into the universe for scrutiny. I am an incredibly emotive person and the inability to make facial expressions and flail my arms about in emphasis makes blog writing a near painful process; and pain is just not something I envision partaking in with my morning cup of tea.
But, even if I am inconsistent, I'll always come back to trying to make this blog thing work. It is after all (albeit painful for me) a form of communication and connection; and I'm just hardwired for connection. :)
Have a beautiful day my friends! Hope to catch up with you soon, over a morning cup of tea.