Most of the time, it’s good.

I realized that I write most often when my life is swirling beyond control around me.  When I am not sure which way is up and I feel like I am drowning.  And I blog about what is happening in order to make some semblance of sense of it all.  And it doesn’t always work.  When I am done writing, I may still not understand what is happening or which way is up and I may still feel like I am barely treading water, but in the end…I feel better.  My head feels clearer.  I feel like I can go on and tackle whatever it is I am up against.

But only writing when things are awry may lead one to believe that  my life is always that way.  And that is not true.  My life is good.  Most of the time it’s good, but I don’t need to write to figure that out.

And so I don’t usually write when things are good, because what is there to say then?  When my life it is good it is also fairly boring.  I don’t do much and who honestly cares about the daily happenings of my big fat cat except me?

So if you only hear from me when the world is swirling, know that when it’s not, I’m still here.  Still enjoying life.  Still hanging on.  Still moving…or maybe even standing still, but still okay.