Put It Directly In My Veins

Forgive me if this post is a little stream of consciousness today.

I have decided that blogging (and blog reading) is like crack, heroin, or nicotine. It is a very addictive substance. I find myself craving it daily. I read blogs and brainstorm ideas all the time. Whenever I stumble on something inspiring I say to myself, "Would that make a good blog post?" or "Is anyone else interested in that but me?" It has somehow filled a need inside of me that I didn't really realize I had. I mentioned to hubby over the weekend that I somehow feel lighter, happier, and more focused than I have in months. I am giving writing the credit, even if it is just a coincidence.

Although at the heart of the issue, I blog for myself. I would do so even if no one was reading. But damn it feels nice to get so many new people reading and commenting, along with my trusted buddies who have been reading since the beginning. However, I started to sweat and panic when I realized the commenting blitz of ICLW is now over for the month. I am afraid I will go into comment withdrawal. I check my blog A LOT to see if my number of followers has increased, and to watch my counter click upwards. I might as well slap my veins and beg for a hit. Am I the only one who is obsessed enough to do this? Who's with me?

Really, this is a thank you post to all the other bloggers out there. It has been so amazing to read the stories of so many women, with whom I have this terrible commonality. Often through intense pain, so many of you are witty, irreverent, loving, and kind. Thank you for feeding my addiction and inspiring me to keep writing, and keep laughing. I will keep reading and writing on your blogs, and hopefully you will do the same.

Pinky swear?