Thank You

There was something weird, wicked, familiar, strange in the air.
It was my boredness, my incapability to keep my mind active in an activity, and the uselessness feeling in my hands as they grabbed on random objects looking for something to do, something to touch, something to move.
Then I logged onto my blog.
My mind started working frantically as I realized how long ago it was that I hadn't written anything in ages! I can't NOT write. I'm constantly thinking, constantly working on a story in my head. Always writing there, about another character, another life, another reality that is different and yet far more exciting and spectacular than my own. But, seeing this atrocious sight, this incomprehensible and frustrating truth before me . . . well it made me write this.
I realize that writing is a wonderful gift that was given to me. I've been writing my whole life. In school, at home, on my computer, notes in my phone, comments on napkins, poems on the newspapers. But are about other people, their problems and their life, as much as I love it, I need something that says and explains and personifies and articulates the day in the life of me. My mind, my problems, my thoughts.
That being said, I want to thank everyone who had read and commented my blogs thus far. You're comments are inspirational. Your critiques sound like music through my ears. Good or bad comments I accept with an open heart. Just to know that I'm being read, and understood fills me with. . . I don't know . . some kind of bubbly warm oozy nice feeling inside.
But more than anything, seeing how many people read my blogs makes me feel heard. Makes me feel a part of something. A part of the fellow human race, when at times (a lot of times) I feel so disconnected and alone.
I smile now.
So, Thanks.