The therapeutic power of blogging

Earlier today Lemon asked me to take a quick look at a text she'd written, still unsure whether she would publish it or not. Which led us into a quick exchange about the therapeutic power of blogging.

I wish I could explain this better. I wish I could provide some rational explanation of what it is about blogging that makes me cherish it so much. How come it's the only hobby of mine that has kept me interested for as long as it has. Is there a logical justification for why I spill my heart open here, in public? Is there a way to know why this has become the only place to act politically? As I am saying this, peio is rolling his eyes, the way he does every time I try to explain myself. It's the curse of being a social scientist, I tell him. And, unfortunately, I think I am right.

So, instead...I will just tell you what writing here feels like.

I keep writing because this place makes me feel like the little girl in the sandbox, you know. With her mom, around, letting her play and be adventurous but always watching her back, even when she doesn't act like she's watching. Writing here makes me feel just like that. I play and try things out. And you watch out for me. You sometimes talk. Sometimes just let me babble on. But I know you're around. It feels really really nice. Soothing and invigorating at the same time. But mostly, just, really really nice.

And for that, I thank you. :)