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I Blog Therefore I Am

I read other people's blogs and get critical of my own. I'm not positive enough, not eloquent enough, not organized enough; I'm far too arbitrary of topic. I'm unable to add pictures and links due to system limitations and that frustrates me. Next thing you know, I'm not blogging.

I have to step back and remember why I blog. I blog for myself. I blog to remember. I blog to communicate. I blog to work things out in my head. I exorcize demons. I pour out my heart. I blog to say what my lips cannot.

My blog is my voice. .
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