It's crazy that I'm still blogging, thirteen days in, fourteen posts with the mix-up on Daylight Savings. I really only write for myself, to keep myself sane, and not scar up everyone around me with my venomous words. So why decide to write every day, even when there is nothing to say? I could say I like the challenge. I could say I like the fame of a dozen readers. The truth? Even on the days when I think I have nothing to say, the random events of my life begin to have clarity as I write them. Writing brings a quiet mind before I pick up the journey again tomorrow.