{ Why I Blog }

Blogging is kind of a weird thing.

 Even the word. Blawwwg. It's not the most eloquent sounding word, now is it?

Some people think blogging is for dweebs. And some people are right about that. I'm a total dweeb and maybe that's why I enjoy blogging so much. But lately, as I've been contemplating my intentions for my career, and generally, what I want my life as a "grown up" to be, I also started thinking about my dear little blog. Why do I do this? Why does it make me happy? What's the point? (Particularly on days when I feel like I'm talking to myself.) 

(ideal movie collection)

I believe I've mentioned before how I only watch movies that make me happy unless I'm being forced against my will. I'm far too emotional already to subject myself to movies full of blood, sweat and tears. I want to watch something dreamy, inspiring, light. Some people think that makes me ignorant, and that's fine, but I disagree. I am fully aware that life is not one big romantic comedy, but why can't I indulge in that for a couple of hours to offset all of the scary challenges and battles that life presents on a daily basis? 

I don't talk about it too terribly much on here these days, but I've had some very non uplifting things happening in my life for the past couple of years. I'm sure we all could name a few things that have caused us to struggle. I started blogging more regularly when things started getting really hard, and I had run out of romantic comedies to watch. Blogging has become a way to create my own space of happiness. A happiness that lives somewhere that no one else can tamper with it. 

I am well aware that there is much more to life than a good cup of coffee or a beautifully styled room, or the current town that I'm dying to visit. But basking in the beautiful, simple things that make me excited about all of the lovely, inspiring things life has to offer is how I choose to get by. Dwelling in those things, and taking time each day to reflect upon them reminds me to offer some light to each day.  Even the ones that initially feel the darkest. 

So I know that right now it may just be a fluffy, silly dream to envision myself sitting in a cafe in Paris with a view of the Eiffel Tower, but one day when I'm really sitting there, I'm going to remember when I posted all of those pictures and daydreams on my blog. And in that moment, I'll be reminded that each and every reverie can become a reality, so you should never stop dreaming. After all, what would you do in your spare time? :).

Your turn. Why do you blog? Make a post of it, ladies (or gents...if you happen to be out there).

Thank you very much for stopping by. 

lovelovelove.

-C

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