Inner Voice

CJ's Inner Voice might be an alternative name for this blog, and so I thought it an appropriate topic for the blog's first entry. I always thought that if I started to write again, it would be in a journal (private) or it would be a novel (private until you've finished the volume and convinced someone to publish it, and then out-of-your-control public). However, having been granted a few months of leisure, I'm becoming acutely aware of my inner voice, and its need of an outlet. And so I am resorting to this - a blog (immediately public, but really only as public as you want it to be).

I have rarely found a reason to read someone else's blog, and when referred to one, almost always wonder why someone would go through the trouble of publishing those thoughts at all. So you can imagine my skepticism about starting one. Who would want to read what I have to say?

I have clearly gotten past that skepticism out of necessity. I am grateful for my newfound leisure time, but one by-product is that my inner voice runs rampant with no place to go, and thus no rest. When I was wasting almost all of my mental energy on solving other people's problems using too many words in overly-formal written instruments, I had little to no energy left to remark on anything else. I certainly had no time or energy to express any of the meager remarks that did come to mind, save briefly at lunch to a co-worker (I would have let some loose at dinner, too, but found most of those thoughts unworthy of dinner conversation). I now have much better material for dinner conversation, but dinner lasts only so long. So I'm putting my thoughts here.

I'm still skeptical about whether any of it will be worth reading, but I'm beginning to realize that isn't the point of blogging, or at least not all blogs. I just want to send these thoughts into the void. Good day, dear void.