Cocooning

I don't want to forget my blog again, so I am writing this just to try to establish the habit of writing. Forgive me that it is just ramblings. My problem with writing is that I never feel like I have anything to say that anyone cares to read. Oh, I have plenty in my heart that feels like it needs to be said, but it just won't ccme out. I suppose I am too self-conscious. I don't want to whine, so I don't want to write negative things. I don't think that great things of significance happen to me every day, so I don't have any big fascinating stories to share. When I talk, many people seem to have places to go and things to do, and they look past me as though they wish I would finish so they can continue on their way. If they don't even want to listen for a minute, why would they want to visit my blog to read what I labor over? I really don't even think anyone will read this post. That is why I am writing it just to build my own writing habit. Oh, I realize I am taking a chance that someone will actually read it. That is why I am so careful not to reveal things that would be private information that I wouldn't want floating about on the web. So here I am, all wrapped up in my cocoon, constricted. I only hope that my wings are forming and that I will find myself stretching free in a few weeks. Could I possibly be a butterfly in the making?