just do it...

For awhile I've had this nagging feeling that I really need to blog more. The problem is, I always feel a need to have a topic, or a point, or even a lesson to have learned that I can share. But really, my life never has any of those things! So why should my blog be any different?
When I was young, I wanted to be a few things. One was a singer. One was a Mom. And one was a writer. I figured I could either get married to someone as in love with music as I was and go on the road and sing our hearts out together, kids in tow...or I could have a normal life, settle down & marry, have some kids in suburbia, and be a writer. I dreamed of the former. I settled for the latter. Minus the "writer" part.
In college, I took a creative writing course and was very excited about it. All thru high school I excelled in my writing and my teachers loved whatever I handed in on paper. My college professor, however, took one look at my first assignment & commented..."What's the point? Why did you write this? What's its purpose?" Huh? (I assumed the word CREATIVE in the class title gave me free will to write my guts out about anything. I assumed wrong.) From that day on, I haven't enjoyed writing. I always ask myself "What's the point?" What's its purpose? Who'd want to read this anyway?" And then the word "blog" became popular. People wrote about anything & everything. Still, instead of jumping in with something clever....I only tended to ramble, cluelessly, leaving my readers wondering what the heck I was talking about.
So much of my life can't be shared. So many of my personal experiences can't be related to. And yet, I'm still like a balloon ready to pop at any moment if I don't get my thoughts & feelings out.
Still waiting for God's instruction on exactly how to do that...
I've written journals. I've written poetry. I've written songs. And yes, I've written blogs. But for what purpose? They all sit, rather useless.
What's the point?