Why I write

So...here I am doing something I swore I'd never do-BLOG! However, I decided that I needed to write more because I teach writing to 7th and 8th graders and I tell them to write. I claim that I like to write. So, I decided that if I didn't write more, I would be a hypocrite. I owe it to my class to write and frankly, I need the practice. I used to write all the time. I had secret diaries in which I wrote in every night-my darkest secret crushes...my life growing up in a small, affluent suburb in Chicago....stuff that no one would be interested in reading; but nonetheless, I have thousands of pages of confession, insight, rage and mourning buried deep in the recesses of my childhood drawers. _I tell my kids that everyone has something to write about-now I'm testing that theory with myself. Will anyone even read this? And..if you are reading this, I wonder why. Its not because my life is boring. Frankly, I think that I live a pretty good life. _But, the question still lingers---do I have things to write about?! Why would people care to read about my life, my thoughts...?_What I do know is that every person has in them a natural voyeuristic tendency...oh now don't tell me you don't glance into people's windows at night in passing, even to see what they are watching on T.V. We all do because we are all human, and to us, we are constantly comparing our lives to those around us. We are intrigued about others because no matter how exciting our lives are, we always think that we are missing out. Our daily routine becomes, well, routine! It becomes our normal, and everyone wants to live exceptionally extraordinary lives. _So, feel free if you so desire, to satisfy your voyeuristic urge. What you find here may be normal, but nonetheless, it is my normal._This is my life, my insights... my reveries. Welcome.