There seems to be a lot of bitching and moaning going on in the blogosphere right now. The question on everyone’s lips seems to be, “Why? Why do I bother blogging? What does my blogging mean to the world?
I’m not going to lie. I’m one of the people doing the bitching and moaning.
You know why? This blogging stuff takes up a lot of time. It requires the utilization of a great many brain cells that would otherwise be napping or drinking beer or something equally mindless in my off hours. It also requires me to put myself out there, day after day after day, baring my soul to the world (or at least the 150 or so people who follow me).
And sometimes? I spend a great deal of time on a post, an article I’m proud of, and get like two comments. Other times, I dash off something in five minutes and get massive amounts of page views. It’s enough to make an attention craving ad whore like myself a little crazy.
So I think it’s natural to have an existential crisis every once in a while.
Last week, I briefly considered giving this up all together. Would anyone notice, I wondered? Would anyone care? Or would my disappearance be as inconsequential as Tiger’s latest lay?
I think I know the answer to that (and it’s not particularly good for the ego). But at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. As my friend E reminded me, I started doing this for fun. I wanted to write something, somewhere, that I wasn’t getting paid to create (although if you want to pay me or send free goodies my way, I’m all ears. Momma needs a vacation, yo).
I started writing this blog because I can write (not everyone who blogs can, by the way).
I continue writing this blog because I enjoy it.
And I’m not going to quit because then I’d be a quitter. Plus, I’d have to fill the void blogging would leave with laundry or cooking or something equally domestic (shudders).
But I am going to start taking myself a little less seriously. No one’s going to die if I don’t post every day. The world won’t end if my follower count doesn’t grow every week. It doesn’t even matter if google analytics shows me an angry red arrow instead of the happy green one every month.
This is supposed to be fun. And dag nam it, fun it will be. Right? Right.