Why am I doing this?

I have considered blogging in the past and always talked myself out of it.  I am brilliant in my own mind, but sometimes feel as eloquent as Beaker from The Muppets when I attempt to put my thoughts into words.  You know that scene in the Breakfast Club where Ally Sheedy dumps her purse onto the couch with hopes that the group will care enough to look at the contents?  That is what writing feels like to me.  So with that being said, here is my purse:  I hope you can get past the old wadded up tissues and shopping lists and can zero in on the dollar bills and gum.