It's not the moment that a subject pops up. It's not the comments. It's not the RT's. It's not the compliments. It's the writing of these sentences in a blog that makes me happy.
To be more exact. The very moment that I realize that I wrote down another memory, dream or opinion makes me happiest. Most of the time this happiness glows in me for a few seconds. Sometimes for a few hours.
Today and tomorrow this blog feels like mine. In a few weeks from now I'll recognize the words I wrote before. But in a way it's no longer mine. It could have been written by anyone.
Question: Does this ring a bell?