The funny thing about blogging is the release…the things that it makes me think of..the raw emotion that sometimes comes from it. My memory fails me at times, but once I start to remember a time or event or a person because of a blog I’m writing I am right back there. It is therapeutic. It’s amazing, actually. Some people have the most vivid memories of things…but I feel like I have to really reach for key details and visuals. But when I’m writing about it, it comes much easier. I start on it and I have to stop myself from writing it because I could go on and on and on. I spend a ton of emotional energy when I am writing about the past or about my feelings. I do it without a thought of who might read it, who won’t read it, how many people are “following” it…because that’s not the point. The point is to remember, to look back and smile…or to have a good cry.
Either way, I remember.