what?

This blog is like an experiment for me. Without telling anyone where it is, will anyone find it? Will anyone care about a stranger's life, without photos (I need to fix that)? I think about it and I am sure they will be turned off when they see the word therapy. Who in the world wants to read about that, even if it is a sensational, sex-positive, energetic life in the body type of therapy? I wish I could explain how bioenergetics feels like coming home, feels like the lifechanging commitment that will become my mindfulness, but everyone needs to find their own way, I suppose, to the thing that excites them most. I know that writing is the hardest for me, harder than going to therapy. I know if I did it regularly it would become easier, like it did before when I did 300 words a day. The sad thing about writing is not having an audience- perhaps never having an audience for those thoughts, which makes it feel so solitary. I guess that is the draw of blogging- there is, potentially, an audience. That possibility of connection is exciting. Also with visual art, you can just put it out in your house and someone eventually will have a reaction to it. But all those fragments of poems and poems waiting to be shown to someone someday? They are just sitting there.