Vanity Fair

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Vanity Fair

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The following is an unpaid advertisement on the benefits of blogging.

This also may be preaching to the choir; however, I will risk that hoping at least one person will be encouraged to share here who hasn't shared before.

I have finally admitted why I love blogging so much. It helps me calm down and focus. It restores perspective. It gives me a sense of control in a world where control is a flight of fancy. It allows me to connect with other people who understand me, give me support, and remind me of what a good job I'm doing. It chronicles my mother's declining condition. It has given my brain an alternative to the daily sameness of caregiving: being creative, being humorous, being grammatically accurate, clear and concise, discovering suitable pictures which truly express what I am saying in the blog.

But when I wipe all that away, I admit why I love blogging so much. It's VANITY. I love seeing my name in print. I love to read what I write. I rush to see if Denise likes my post. I wait breathlessly until it appears on the website, pristine and polished and whole. It MAKES ME FEEL GOOD.

Do you want to feel good? In the caregiving world, there is so little to feel good about sometimes. That little jolt, that little "zing" when you see your post in print, lets you say, "I did that! That's ME! And it's good enough to be here. I'm doing good enough to be here. And I'm doing okay."

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