There are times when I look at the blog and think it should do something, be something — have some grander purpose or goal. I feel that it should be more erudite and profound, that it doesn't reach anything like its full potential.
Maybe that's true, but then I catch myself and think that it is doing its job just fine — what is a blog, after all?
Blog, weblog: a personal online journal that is frequently updated and intended for general public consumption.
No frills. That's all it needs to be, trying to be anything else is forcing it, trying too hard. Erudite and profound are not prerequisite but welcome at any time, when it is natural for them to show up. Just like happy, sad, funny, boring, existential — they all have their place and time, allow them the freedom to find it.
The lines blur between the public and private journals; usually they are separate, different venues for distinct purposes, but it was always imagined there would be interplay, each feeding the other, two sides of the same coin that occasionally could/would be flipped. Thoughts and feelings stray from one realm to the other, provide a glimpse behind the curtain, make the public journal feel more real and connected.
There need be nothing more.