At dinner at Panda Express to Amy I was talking about how I really needed to get to my blog. Amy had been reading a quote about technology and our dependance on it, and the first thing I thought is that I missed my computer. Which she had a hard time understanding I think. "But Clint...now you have real people to hang out with." she said. And her comments struck home. Was I being a hypocrite because I wanted to get back to a computer and make a post. Am I an addict? Is my blogging unhealthy socialization and keeping me from the real world? I pondered. Then I thought about how I had done the people thing for 8 hours straight. Which when it is direct interaction with a bunch of extroverts can sap me off energy. Especially when you get drug along to stores called Crabtree and Evelyn and the women's shoe section in Dillards. But that is for another post.
Then I discovered something about myself that I was really encouraged by. I wanted to get back here and write because I NEEDED TO WRITE. My writing here is sometimes very rough, but my experiences today and my absence from working on my blog helped me to realize that I am becoming a writer. Perhaps not a publishable one or even a good one in many people's opinion, but a writer nontheless. This is why I started my blog in the first place. And the thought of myself as a writer not by trade or by status, but just because that is part of who I am brought me immense joy.