Blah,blah,blogs

Until recently, I was a militant anti-blogger. The concept of being a "blogger" just had no appeal. It had none of the panache or professionalism attached of being classified as a writer, journalist, free-lance artist, or op-ed columnist. I visualized a "blogger" as a poor soul in desperate need of a mouthpiece without any viable forum. Did I really want to read any more blah, blah, blogs?

One morning, considering this word, I looked into the mirror and repeated "blog, blog, blog." I had many comical thoughts. I looked like a person who was imminently about to be sick-yes regurgitate. I also had visions of myself opening my mouth to be swabbed for a throat culture. I also looked like someone who was on the verge of a half yawn. Or on a more positive note, I looked like a choir member in the middle of belting out "Allelulia!" Just look in the mirror, say the word "blog" and you'll see!

Despite the negative images and connotations I had associated with the word, to blog and be a blogger is fun. It lets us get in tune with our inner child. It unleashes a layer of creativity in all of us that just needs to be dusted off and rediscovered. We don't have to be prophetic, didactic, or even make that much sense.