Old thoughts on blogging

I came across a little notebook the other day. It dates back to 2009, when I was blogging away for dear life. There's a blog post in it, which I remember writing. I didn't publish it, because it wasn't finished. It didn't express what I wanted to say - not quite, anyway. Re-reading it now, I find I like it. It doesn't say all I wanted to say, but it does say something. I thought you'd like to read it.

"One thing that blogging has taught me is how powerful the process of writing is. There is something about thinking carefully what words you choose to frame an experience that helps to make sense of it. Or at least to live with the non-sense of it. I have found, too, that words can help you re-frame an experience. It can be like looking at an object from different angles. 

A bowl of fruit, for example, to an artist is the material for a still life painting. To a chef, it's a stock of juicy ingredients. To a mother, it's a burden of healthy food to be coaxed into the mouths of recalcitrant children. Writing is a tool with which I see things in different ways, and the seeing can be a becoming. Just as the bowl of fruit can become different things, though it remains the same, so life's experiences can morph into different shades and colours.

Does any of that make sense?"

That is what I wrote, and though it wasn't finished, I would say to my seven-years-younger self, yes, I think some of that does make sense.

.