Uncommon catharsis

It's been too long since I blogged.  Juggling the frequent blog ideas while dealing with the normal push and pull of a busy life, I can't help but to wonder how people find the time (and energy) to blog at all.  That said, I am trying to take some positive steps in my life, which hopefully results in many a change, including more blogging.  (If quantity fails, I'm precalling it now that I'll fall back on the classic "quality over quantity" mentality.)  Like many things I do, blogging could be considered a catharsis of sorts.  One can't argue the benefits of communication, provided it's not hurtful to self or others.  Any attempts at blogging would certainly not be hurtful to anybody, at least not intentionally.  It's the age-old concept of expressing oneself and the belief I have that it is healthy to do so, again, provided no one gets hurt. 
How interesting that the simpliest of things, the conveyance of one's opinion, of a heartfelt thought, is inherently a good thing.  I don't expect that my expression on here (or on facebook or twitter) can solve the world's problems.  Or anyone's problems.  Maybe, just maybe, in putting some of my thoughts on virtual paper, I can heal some of my own conundrums.  Maybe I can feel like I'm being heard by somebody, even if I have to trick my eyes into thinking somebody else typed this.  Maybe someone, but no one in particular, that personally knows me, will somehow gain insight into me and my quirky ways of thinking, and in doing so, is able to better understand me.  I often feel misunderstood.  Maybe it is just me, but maybe its not.  There's no test to verify this, at least not one of which I'm aware.  (I realize, but seem to often forget, that others will probably try to understand me more when I take the time to try to understand them more... a novel concept, no doubt!)  So maybe I'll be able to communicate better with others.  That would be a welcome thing.  So many things in my life would have gone so much more smoothly had I been a better communicator.  So many arguments in I could have not played a leading role.  I don't live with regret, as I recognize that I am who I am because of the accumulated experiences I've had, be they ones I hold dear or the ones I shy away from when memory brings them forth.  But have a sadness for not learning some lessons sooner than I learned them, for not being more kind to people.  Someone I can't recall introduced to me a concept of the existence of two kinds of people in the world: people are happy when one person walks in the room, while they are happy when another person leaves the room.  I have felt like I was the latter kind of person, although I've had friends and family tell me that I'm too hard on myself.  I want to become more than the person I've grown to be so far.  I owe that to myself, my wife and kids, my friends, my co-workers, and mostly to my Savior.  Today is the first day of the rest of my life.  All I have is now.