Pause

You'd think that, will all this extra time, I'd find more of it to blog. . . But that's not the case, strangely enough. I think I write so I can escape for a few minutes. With me, I'll find the time to blog right when there's none (i.e., when I have four essays and a wedding all in one night. I'll still find time to write a few paragraphs.)

But when I have a different pace, I relax and forget that I love this. I love it when people read my writings, amateur as they are. It feeds me.

Which is funny. I don't hardly know a lot of the people who find this. But I love that you take a few minutes out of your life to read what I have to say, to look at how I see the world. I love that you'll pause a few moments to stare at a computer screen and read what some girl in Utah has to say. It means the world to me. Truly.

So thank you. You give me a reason to write. It's easier for me to write for other people than it is to write for myself. I hope you keep reading. I'll try to keep things interesting :P