Okay, it took all day, but I finally figured it out: the reason I need another online hemisphere; the reason I need this blog.  It’s because I don’t need it.
Paying one’s bills is, of course, a necessity.  By contrast, a blog, for me, is an entirely different kind of need: a rejuvenating childhood process of  reflection, one that has no demands, speed limit, or deadline. It’s the very process that kept my soul alive after my parents divorced when I was 5 years old; and it’s a process that propelled me beyond survival into the realm of discovery.
I forgot.  That I still need that.  The deep penetrating, “Ah!” thing that only comes with running a plumb-line up against non-essentials.
Workaholics are desperate to work, but are often blind to their own equal urgencies to chill out.  Compounding the issue, the work RPM can spin with such intense centrifugal force that one can’t even remember how to unwind any more.  The inertia of work doesn’t allow for it.  After all, unwinding doesn’t earn a living, so it isn’t justified in the minds of folks who have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility.  Thus, it can easily feel like a waste of precious time.
Enter the blog.  It has pages to fill.   With no intrinsic purpose.  What a relief.
It reminds me of John Lennon’s reflection: “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”