Or is it my fourth attempt? Either way, I have attempted several times to become a blogger. I've always failed miserably. I'm not entirely sure of the reason. Maybe it's because I feel like my ramblings are a bit mundane and uninteresting. Maybe it's because I'm unwilling or uncomfortable to be completely unfiltered in such a public setting.
I'm launching this latest attempt in response to the passing of a friend. When a friend dies (as I've experienced entirely too many times in my short life), I find myself combing the internet for pieces of that person. In some strange way, it's like the internet paper trail keeps a person alive. In my search after her death last week, I stumbled back upon something I used to read, but had drifted away from. See, she was an avid blogger. Now that she is gone, I've found myself engulfed by the pages of her blog. She was so real. So candid. So full of life. I'm sad that she is gone...even sadder at how it happened. But, I've found that it's a nice comfort to relive bits of her life in her own words.
And, thus, I've been inspired (once again) to try.
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