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I had the most awfully feeling this morning because I thought that I had neglected this blog yesterday. I was fairly frantic as I tried to make sure that I had posted on here. It's so crazy writing on here everyday. It would be such a let down to me if I forgot or quit. You see, I'm not a person that starts and sticks to a task. I tried every sport when I was little and I quit all of them. It's different, though, now that I'm writing everyday. Writing, for me, is a lot different than throwing/hitting/kicking a ball. 

Writing is cathartic. When I have a lot of feelings that I can't really confront, I can write about them on the sly, and it helps me come to terms with what's going on in my head. My blogs are always about how I'm feeling or what I think. And... it's hard to write about things that are going on with me that involve other people, because if they read the post, then the post is about them. I'm not trying to be passive-aggressive. I'm not going to write about one person. I wait for the events in my life to build upon one another so that I'm not calling out someone.

Basically, what I'm saying is that my blog is an act of self-care. By writing everyday about what's going on with me or what I'm feeling, I'm helping myself. I'm not trying to hurt anyone's feelings. I'm not trying to make you text me after and ask me what's wrong. I'm just writing these for myself, so that in a few years I can read them again and maybe learn from the decisions that I made. At the end of the day, these blogs are for me. 

 

catch you later,

Karleigh 

“One hears it a lot on airplanes: 'Make sure you have your own mask on, before helping others with theirs'.” // Daniel Handler [Lemony Snicket], upon being asked ”What’s your very best life advice?”