Why do I still blog?

I have been blogging at least everyday in two languages for more than 18 years and I recently was wondering if maintaining that long streak in this particular endeavor was even worth it? 

I then remembered that I dove into it when I tore my left Achilles’s tendon while skiing, and took that excuse to engage myself in a regular writing practice, “just to get the feeling of it and because I liked telling written stories”. I always start by writing in English before I translate it to French. That latter version was added because I felt a need to keep on practicing my mother’s tongue. 

Yet, as that effort got underway I discovered to my amazement that writing could come very useful for answering the multitude of questions that went through my mind at any moment, and could thus feed my irrepressible curiosity. 

Whatever creativity I had also spilled into that daily routine and this is how this writing exercise progressively evolved into an outlet for my inquisitive and wandering mind to answer my relentless flow and question and, in the process, became even more essential to my inner satisfaction. 

I don’t monetize my blogs and I care much more about the quality of my readers than their sheer number, so for the time being, I’ll think all the elements are still there for me to carry on!