Many people discuss why they blog and what they blog about, always keeping their personal lives private and carefully choosing their topics like presents off a Christmas tree. I wish I could do that. But blogging has become my crutch, a precious outlet for me to vent without guilt, and a way for me to acknowledge my own existence. As the days blend together in hectic silence and worry, it's almost as if I disapear into a blackness of tea that has seeped too long. At those times, my cup overflows, yet I hesitate to serve such a bitter brew to friends and family. So, instead, I find myself offering this personal drink here, on this blog.
I hope you have your own cream and sugar.