Why do I have a Blog?

Why Write?

As I sit down to begin this journey of putting thoughts to words, I’m struck by the uncertainty of why I’m doing this. Writing, they say, can be an act of catharsis—a way to unburden the mind. But I find myself asking: is this simply therapy for me? A place to sift through the jumble of thoughts, feelings, and memories that have accumulated over my 53 years?

Or maybe it’s not just for me. Maybe it’s for others to read someday, whether strangers or the people I love most. Is there some value in letting others see the world through my lens? I wonder if sharing these stories will resonate with someone out there, or if I’m just adding to the noise of the world.

Then again, perhaps this writing is a quiet act of preservation. A way to squirrel away pieces of myself—ideas, emotions, reflections—before they fade or scatter. Something tangible to leave behind for my kids. Will they see this as evidence of the man they already know, or will these words reveal a side of me that’s been hidden behind the roles of father, husband, and retired professional? Maybe I’m writing this for them, so one day they’ll understand a little more about who I was when they weren’t looking.

Or is it simply a way to fill the hours of these early years of retirement? After 30 years of work in a fast-paced, demanding industry, I find myself with time to think—a luxury I rarely had. Writing might be the act of filling this time with purpose, a way to create something rather than just consume the world around me.

The truth is, I don’t know the answer yet. Maybe it’s all of these things, or maybe it’s something I’ll only understand when I’ve written enough to look back and see the pattern. For now, it feels like enough to just start. To put words on a page and see where they lead.

So here I am. Writing. For me. For others. For the unknown. For the future. For now. - Dave Carey