To Blog or Not to Blog...That is the Question

Today, I was berated for not blogging enough--to wit, I was asked, "[Is] nothing going on in the world worth writing about?"

Of course there is. I could write about the problems I'm having with my teenage daughter. I could write about my son's soccer games, and his growth into manhood. I could write about the health problems that I'm experiencing right now--the ones that have me concerned about my immediate future, as well as the future of my family.

I could write about the accident that destroyed our favorite convertible, but harmed no one. I could blog about the state of affairs in the world.

Or I can do what I do on a daily basis: I deal with my daughter one day at a time, and help to guide her into adulthood with a sense of responsibility. I attend soccer games that my son plays in, and try to squeeze in a couple of hours of quality time with him in between his practices, his games, his schoolwork, and his life. I go to my doctor appointments, follow my doctor's advice, and try not to worry about my health any more than I need to. I deal with insurance companies, finance companies, and car dealers. I read the paper and watch the news, and worry about the world that my children are growing up into--the one that my lonely little blog will not affect in the slightest.

In short, I live my life--full and rich, fraught with daily problems, dilemnas, small happinesses and large disappointments. And if I think at all about blogging, it's a passing thought.

And one that I sometimes--but obviously not often enough--take the time to put into words.

And so it goes...