It seems possible that women given to this vocation give account of their observations, emotions, reactions, experiences, and aspirations in blogs either as part of or distinct from more common revelations in numbers that surpass expectation (at least mine were exceeded).
Some do this to record the more interesting moments of professional activity in which they found themselves engaged. writing, not in course ways or for stimulative purpose, but as a record of unusual occurences that may be of some humourous or instructive value to others.
i find i am subject to the allurements of those (those that write) in greater waves of temptation than to those that remain subject only to revelation by more common methods.
I think its quite healthy to write, its allows you to wrap your dreams around your troubles as an escape, it unburdens you as if an excercise that sheds the fat and excess accumulated from mindless living, it sharpens your wit and instructs your mind, forcing the winnowing of thought to that which is more important to each, it informs others, its a record that outlives should it have value. it can cause the uncharitable to become more giving.
Who among us would not be engrossed to come across the diary of their great great grandfather or even their own father should he have passed from this life and the joy and tears and understanding it might bring?
i recall fondly one girl from my youth, the mere recalling fills my time and gives me a wistful joy thus having great value to me, who maintained a diary she carried about, the contents remaining ever so precious to her and unrevealed. one boy wickedly obtained it and began to read it, soon enough he returned it to its place and would only tell me it was all about me, it having sobered him to silence from impishness.
there are great diaries studied in literature revealing times and emotions and events and insights and truths not available to us in any other way.
here is one example
From the Diary of John Evelyn (upon the denouement of the great civil war in England and the execution of royalty who lost):
July 15, 1685. Of his faults he (Monmouth) professed great sorrow, and so died without any apparent fear. He would not make use of a cap or other circumstance, but, lying down, bid the fellow to do his Office better than to the late Lord Russell, and gave him gold; but the wretch made five chops before he had his head off; which so incensed the people that, had he not been guarded and got away, they would have torn him to pieces.
The Duke made no speech upon the scaffold, which was on Tower Hill, but gave a paper containing not above five lines for the King, in which he disclaims all title to the crown, acknowledges that the late King, his father, had indeed told him he was but the base son, and so desired his Majesty to be kind to his wife and children.
Thus ended this "quondam" Duke, darling of his father and the ladies, being extremely handsome and adroit, an excellent soldier and dancer, a favorite of the people, of an easy nature, debauched by lust, seduced by crafty knaves who would have set him up only to make a property, and taken the opportunity of the King being of another religion, to gather a party of discontented men. He failed, and perished.
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Do you journal?