Wednesday, March 23, 2011
My History of Blogging
I know I’ve pretty much lost all my readers due to my inactivity. But for the concerned few who are worried that I might have transitioned into an unbloggable state (croaked or vegetative), worry not. All is well. I’ve gone through different stages in my life, and blogging has served different purposes for me over the years. When I first discovered blogging, I admit, I was intrigued by the thought of earning money to write blog posts. We were in a financially tough spot at the time, and I needed multiple ways to earn money. I enjoyed writing, so why not try blogging? Ah the naivete. I never did earn anything.
BUT I did become hooked on blogging. It was a creative outlet I where I could write in short bursts, and as my audience grew, I could get instant feedback and interact with my readers. It was also an outlet for personal frustrations and deep thoughts. It became the sounding board I turned to when I needed to talk. I was so much better at expressing my complex feelings in writing, that it soon became my default outlet. And it affected my relationship. My significant other was unhappy with the fact that she had to read my blog to figure out what I was thinking.
I fully embraced my geekiness, and reveled in the acceptance of strangers who liked my writing. And I let that define me. It was apparent that I had unresolved esteem issues. Couple that with the financial stress, the relationship strain and a few other things going on at the time, I had a lot to write about. For a period of time, I was producing two posts a day! Plus I was frequenting other people’s blogs and commenting there too. My productivity at work suffered a bit due to my excessive blogging activities. It was a strange addiction, and through it all my sweetheart did the best she could to keep up with me by blogging and commenting too.
I’m not sure when it was that I finally started to come to my senses. I think stress levels were calming significantly, and my relationship was improving by leaps and bounds. We talked more and I blogged less. She became my sounding board instead of my blog. My era of intense blogging was coming to an end, and I transitioned to casual, infrequent blog posts whenever the mood struck me. Which has been occurring less and less. I think as I become more and more content, I have less that I feel inclined to share with the public. I’ve become a bit boring perhaps, haha.
Blogging served its purpose for me, and I don’t regret my foray into blog obsession. But I now have an awesome job that I love with an employer that is exactly what I’ve been looking for, my relationship has never been stronger, the house is fantastic with reasonable payments, money is good, and I have never felt more confident about my life than I do in this period of my life. And it’s only taken me… *mental math* 37 years to get here. Well, 38 in a few days. 