You read, therefore I am

People often ask me about my writing. They do that because when asked what I “do,” I answer, “I’m a writer.” After a life of writing, I still debate whether or not I am, in fact, a writer. But if I’m not a writer, what am I?

I don’t write for myself, so I’ve reworded this meme. You read, therefore I am. And I am, of course, referring to this here blog. I’ve gone so long without writing because nothing has inspired me, and if I can’t entertain you, there’s no point. I write to an audience. You. 

I have two potential subscribers reading this. Before I send them the link, I went back and read from the beginning and I’m tempted to just keep the good ones and delete the rest. You have to go back to the older ones to really enjoy what I have to say! It doesn’t make much sense if you just come in now.

So if I have to summarize, initial entries were all about how I have ADHD and can’t concentrate, leading me into how I spend my days, how I’m working to have a routine while being sober and finding little meaning in life. Then, relapsing and finding very little meaning  in life to the decision not to write about my sobriety/drinking/relapses anymore to finally, finding meaning in life through milkshakes.

I know where I find meaning in life. I’ve always known. It’s not in writing. It’s in you reading and me hearing from you. Why? I have no idea, but it’s always been the case. 

So please read and maybe comment so I feel like today, my life has meaning.