It’s been a rough week and it’s only Wednesday. I’m sure you’ve noticed the silence around here. This doesn’t mean there hasn’t been a lot to talk about. In fact, there’s enough going on around the house that I could probably have filled up this week and next week with posts that are actually interesting. (Finally. It’s been a while.)
Instead, I started training for taking on a few new responsibilities at work and filled up my evenings anyway, despite being a little drained. Blogging took the back burner, as occasionally, it must.
And then, I realized that today is my blogiversary. One whole year of blogging. Can you believe it? I’m not sure I can. It’s been an interesting ride, full of ups, plenty of downs, a learning experience that sometimes, I can easily imagine living without.
I know I’m always curious about the behind-the-scenes of other blogs. More often than not, though, I find that this can be dangerous and discouraging. How does that 6 month old blog have 15 000 followers already? What’s so different about that other blog that got shot into the fame-osphere? What’s wrong with me? How do I get to be like them? As I hit my one year of blogging, I’m feeling a lot more discouraged by the progress of others than pleased with the progress I’ve made myself.
I’m an insecure blogger. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
As I hit my 1 year blogiversary, and as a rough week does its best to only heighten my insecurities, I want to talk about why I blog. Because really, as I stare at my numbers and bang my head against a plateau that’s lasted since the third month of this blog’s existence, I have to remind myself why I’m doing it.
I blog because I write. I write for a living and so I need to write for pleasure to balance it all out.
(Obviously – unfortunately – the writing for a living and writing for pleasure are two completely different kinds of writing.)
I blog because I share. I describe myself as a chronic over-sharer. I love telling people more than they need to know. There aren’t many aspects of my life that I am unwilling to talk about in the right context.
I blog because I want people to read what I have to say. I’m not one of those bloggers that started writing a blog in order to share their renovation progress with their family. Obviously, this blog does that as well. But I started this blog so I could reach out beyond my family and friends and create a connection with some anonymous reader out there. I blog to connect with the world.
One year out, this last reason for blogging has been the most rewarding. I’ve met new friends, made connections, found a community. I wouldn’t give that up for anything.
One year. 212 posts. I’m still blogging.
Fellow blogging friends, one simple question: why do you blog?
(Apologies for the no-picture post. I’ll be back tomorrow with some mudroom updates!)