Blogotherapy

I don't have bad days very often; it's just not my style. But a few days ago life was just pushing my buttons. Thing after thing just wasn't working out, and I was late for my class. As I ran out the door, a thought flashed through my mind: "Bring the chocolate chips"...

This should be the illustration for an Edgar Allen Poe poem...

As I ran down the hill to the bus stop, the bus roared on down the hill without me, and I could feel myself start to stress out. Then I had an idea: I would take a picture of myself with a pathetic look on my face, waiting at the bus stop with my chocolate chips, and then I would make a blog entry about how sad my life was. No joke. As soon as that little self-pitying thought crossed my mind, I cracked up laughing, and that was the end of it.

So I came up with the term "blogotherapy" to describe the therapeutic experience of blogging about one's life. It smacks a little of "logotherapy" from Victor Frankl's "Man's Search for Meaning", but I figured the term would do for now. I don't know about you, but I find blogging at the end of a long day to be a fabulously creative, expressive, and therapeutic use of my time...