Over and over again I get asked why I’m writing a blog.
Usually I answer that it’s like writing a diary, but since potentially everybody can read it, you have to chose the content and the words wisely. You’re forced to think a topic through, really decide what the message should be, and finally put that message into words without giving up the real background situation. The process usually helps to clear my head.
But of course my blog is also like a flip book through some of my history. Almost every entry has some related story that only I know, and maybe without the blog would have forgotten.
People also claim that I’m putting my private life on the net. Well. I honestly can’t tell if my posts are obvious enough to get the real story behind. I doubt that.
Besides… Only people who know me, know that this is my blog.