Truth be told, I’ve been sitting here at my desk for over an hour, with this blog post open in one of my safari tabs. This is my work time, Tuesdays, between the time I drop off Carter and the time I pick him up from school and for as long as Sawyer sees fit to nap during that chunk of time. I’ve responded to four emails. Printed off a bunch of receipts from March for my tax purposes. Edited a handful of newborn images from the gallery I’m currently working on.  Looked at this post a few times. Clicked off of it those few times. Checked on my son through our monitor. Paid a bill. Backed up some images on my hard drive. Thought about the list of things I’d like to get done as far as the business goes. Ate a cookie (shhhhh!).  And stared at this post again. And I just don’t feel like writing it.

Literally, I’ve clicked off it it about twelve times. It takes effort. It takes time. I just don’t want to. That’s what my brain is telling me. I can’t come up with a witty title. I can’t come up with something worth reading. My husband sometimes gets on my case for not writing heart felt posts every so often. People like quality. And substance. But sometimes, I just don’t have any to give. And that’s how I feel just about now.

So. . . why do I write? Why do I sit here day after day and keep this blog updated with pictures of my family? My photo sessions and weddings? With words about what’s going on, and stories about our days?

To be honest, well, I’m not quite sure. I think it’s because there are some people who read it, and look forward to keeping up to what’s up with the Chases. Some people can relate to some things going on in our lives. Some people find it inspirational. Some people like to see “what kind of photographer” they are hiring. Some people are just bored and need something to do. These are all guesses of course. Perhaps you can enlighten me on why you are reading this if you are here.

I think I write for me. As a journal–and one that keeps me accountable to continue being consistent with posting. Because people do read it, and I can’t leave them hanging, right? So that give me motivation to pick up my camera, to capture some regular old life, and to keep plastering it on this thing I call my blog. I have, on many occasions, gone back to reread some old posts. And I really love it. And I thank my past self for writing those heartfelt, substantial posts every once and awhile, because it’s so much more enjoyable to go back and read something that evokes emotion and sparks a memory. Those birthday posts I write to my sons each year? I go back and read those all the time. I smile, remembering the things that they love at that time in their life, and how their personalities evolve in ways but stay so much the same in ways. What a joy to have words and pictures to keep these memories alive for our family.

And perhaps that’s why I write.