What Keeps You Blogging Regularly?

I admire prolific bloggers, especially those who stick to their blogging schedules. I feel sad, though, when I come across “dead” blogs that seem to be quite a great read.

I’ve set up blogs before, and I had to delete or leave them for some reasons. I’ve got three “dead” blogs 😦 , but I use one of them to experiment with interesting WordPress themes.

When I finally decided to go at it—again, I did it only to try someone’s idea that you just do it NOW and then make adjustments later. When I jumped on this idea of Do It Now, I had lots of things that I wish to blog about, even though I haven’t completely visualized what my blog is going to be. What spurred me into action was my thinking about this:

“If I die tomorrow, what a sad thing it is that I haven’t shared a little of myself with others!”

And I’m not the kind of person who does things quickly. My brain unfortunately acts slowly, and I guess that has something to do with how the rest of my anatomical features decide to move at a certain speed. 🙂

The only concrete thing that made me decide to go at it “Now” was that I wanted to have some online home that’s permanent. I thought about finally keeping a blog, a space of my own, because I chose not to be on Facebook and I don’t know how to use Twitter, either. I just feel so at home—and secure, with WordPress and its whole blogging community.

It’s quite easy for me to make an excuse that I’m “busy,” although that’s an honest assessment of my current life. Since I tend to think slowly—and since English is not my mother tongue, you can guess the extra work that my brain has to do for me so I can get out the real words that I want to say. 🙂

One thing that really keeps me from blogging with predictable regularity is my introversion. I guess my blog reflects it. There are times when I feel like I don’t wish to be online—which I see as my door to the larger world in contrast to my small private world.

In real life, sometimes I really do not wish to go out; I just want to recharge and savor some quiet period. When I go out, just like in real life, I do want to talk and exchange stories, I can spark a conversation with a total stranger. But sometimes I do need to go out and meet people, so it takes me a lot of effort to condition myself to be “open” and to talk. I prefer solitude but I definitely cannot live without speaking to anyone, exchanging stories and laughter. No, I will die early and miserably if I were a recluse and never talked with others!

Another thing, I guess I’m somewhat obsessed with preparing each post as if it’s the last post I’m going to share (except this random one). I edit my photos, aside from taking time to choose from a number of similar shots, and I experiment with the font size and alignment that I find interesting. Somehow it’s one way of trying to reclaim my old flame with arts. I really want to reclaim what I had sort of “lost” as times changed and I believe blogging could help me.

How about you, what made you decide to set up a blog, and what motivates you to keep your regular pace of blogging?

“What You Share With The World Is What It Keeps Of You”

I’ve always been a solitary being, but I cried and felt a deep connection with humanity the first time I watched this video:

Regardless of how we all see Christmas, I respect our differences, and I am happy and grateful for Its existence in our world.

I wish you a wonderful Christmas. Thanks so much for your time and your beautiful humanness. And your loving kindness.

With love from another human being. ❤

The Constant Things In Life

“What are some of the constant things in your life?”

In her revealingly insightful post, Constants In Change, S&S asked it. I believe it’s a great idea to ask yourself the question because it opens up your heart and give you additional keys to knowing and understanding yourself. I found it very helpful so I’m “reblogging” her idea. 🙂

I have difficulty in taking medicinal tablets and capsules. I only take a small ibuprofen capsule for my once-a-month headaches and stress-induced headaches. If I could endure it, or if an ointment or a mini massager will do, I don’t take any medicine at all.

Seeing or hearing a child being beaten and verbally abused by an adult makes me feel agitated. Continue reading

These Cell Phone Days

Being accustomed to a life of simplicity since childhood, my parents don’t take much interest in computers and the Internet. But they love their cell phones and text messaging.

Mama stays at home, while Papa, ever the workaholic, goes to his nearby rocky farm twice a week. So the cell phone became a pleasantly “indispensable” tool, despite the fact they have only a handful of contacts. They have “more” textmates than I do, though.

Sometimes they would ask me some things about their cell phones, and I would happen to see some of their messages. I noticed they called each other “Sweetheart.” Like: “Sweetheart, what are you doing now? I’m eating your favorite corn here.” “Sweetheart, sorry for this late text. I went to Shopwise.”

But at home they just call each other “Hey.” Like: “Hey, did you see my shirt? I just put it here.” “Hey, don’t forget your umbrella.” Continue reading

Some Problems Could Be Solved By Making Drawings

From elementary school up until now, I have always used my original system of literally drawing mathematical problems.

I am still amazed at the remembrance of those classmates who could look at the board in a second and then write down their answer a lot quicker than I could finish reading (and understanding) the first sentence.

My mathematical ability is limited to the number of my fingers and toes. Everything else exceeding them are rendered in sticks and circles and a poor child’s imagination. Continue reading