Why no, I don’t blog for money

I had a very interesting lunch today and it made me realize some things about myself. I already knew I wasn’t money motivated, but I really am NOT money motivated.

On some topics, I just couldn’t relate. The main thoughts going through my head included “Who? What?” and “Why?”

Who: are these people they are talking about? Who are these designers?

What: I’ve never heard about that. And generally I consider myself fairly well-informed.

Why: would you say/do/think that???

I knew I was an oddball, but wow, either I’m out of it, I’m travelling in the wrong circles, or being money-motivated leads to … I don’t know what it leads to.

The only thing I am searching for in life right now is contentment. I’m not denying that money is useful. BOY, do I know that it’s necessary. But the things I would use it for, compared with the things other people use it for, are just at opposite ends of the spectrum.

But hey, if you want to give me money, for a little bit of work, and some visibility, then yes, I might just blog for money. Because, you know, I still need to travel to Europe and Australia in this lifetime.

In the meantime, this is where I write for myself, because it’s evident I am never going to get around to writing the great American novel, or even a novella.

I write to bring a little laughter into people’s lives. Writing helps me figure out who I am and what I believe in. I write to tell the world inane stories about my children, because really, who wants to actually listen to them over and over. And to document my foibles (admittedly sometimes glossed over). Sometimes it’s a one-sided conversation. Other times, I get great feedback and I love you all for it.

I’ll keep writing if you keep reading.