Why write?

I've been thinking lots and lots about why I write lately.
I have friends and acquaintances writing blogs, books, ebooks, and articles all over the place. When we talk about it, I feel something akin to jealousy. But not quite. I've always felt I would write, and I feel that way now more than ever. The trouble is that I have 13 different ideas floating around at all times and very little discipline. My thought has been that in narrowing down what I'd write, I would give up this little blog. So, I'd totally written it off until tonight.
Every now and then somebody asks me about this blog. Why don't I write it anymore? Will I ever come back to it? Am I doing something else instead? Tonight was one of those nights, and it made me really want to get back to it. So, here I am. I have no idea when I will be back, but I hope soon and regularly. You know, I've said this before.
But, still, it's worth exploring the idea of why.
For one thing, I started this blog before I was connected to everybody and their grandparents through FB. Ryan and I are terrible about keeping up with friends and family, and I thought this would be a fun remedy. Now I feel certain that anyone who wants to know anything I'm thinking or doing would just scroll through my Facebook profile. The funny thing is that the more I use Facebook and Instagram, the less I can think outside of blurbs. Soon I'll be speaking in hashtags if I don't get back to something more "real." So, there is one idea: I wrote this blog and loved it, but I quit writing so much because FB took over my online communications. I'm back here to turn my brain back on again. Rather than distracting my focus from other pursuits, coming back to my tiny family blog will help me remember how to use complete sentences and capitalization. A novel idea.
Another thing I loved at first was writing about ridiculous observations - just the things in life that amuse, inspire, and irritate me in funny ways. That felt different from writing about the family, but I'm the boss here, and I LOVED when other people related to my observations. Then something funny happened, and I started to censor myself because I knew people were reading it. As I said before, Facebook eliminated that challenge, so I am going to just go for it. If I feel like writing about the absurdities of catering a family get together around the one person who is impossible to please, I will do it and know it will likely not be read by more than 4 people. If I want to talk about how I once fell asleep in the company of a bunch of new moms who could talk about nothing aside from childbirth, I'm doing it. And I totally realize that I was one of those ladies once. So what?
The last thing, and the only one I have a really hard time with, is that I hurt feelings a time or two. Sadly, my way of showing love is teasing. I realize it means I'm emotionally stunted, and I am truly sorry if I offended. To my mom (who seems to think that any mention of family dysfunction is a dig at her), I truly hated that perm, but let's just make the peace by saying say you had a plan in place all along, okay? How does this sound:

So, little family blog, I leave you for the night, but hopefully not the rest of the year.
As far as those other ideas I've got floating around, I am in the "planning" stages of a novel or two and I'm building content for a new blog about bringing parenting and home life back down to earth. I'll post the link as soon as it's ready for public consumption!