My first blog post is dated March 29, 2006. In 2006 there were one hundred and forty others for a total of 141. Each year through 2010 yielded over one hundred posts with 2008 being the most prolific with one hundred and seventy.
There were over fifty posts in 2011 but since then, less than.
With the inaugural post (as you may choose to read) I mused a bit about where this thing is going to go. At the time I had two adult (children) at home. I still do, except the son is back rather than never left. In addition, two cats and two dogs (though not at the same time, RIP Diva Dog ) have been added.
There have been other life events along the way; sexual orientation declaration, graduations, career changes, relationship statuses, and the like. The biggest life event over the last eight years; the death of my dad and then, my mom.
Over one hundred.
Now, with over 850 published (and a couple of drafts) as much as then, I still don't know where this thing is going--but going ON it shall/ I have mentioned this before. I don't know that I've ever stated here in my own space, why I blog: Simply put, I must. Now, more than ever before.
Despite all the talk of numbers, over one hundred, it isn't about the quantity--though I beat myself up something fierce when I go for more than a week without one. With all there is on my mind to say, I can't (consistently) bring myself to write.
Weird, that. .
Anyhoo...consistency. discipline. re-discovery. re-awakening. pro activity over reactivity.
Telling the tale, real or imagined.
Peace. .
I have been struggling with blog posts lately myself - trying to see a purpose. Is there a purpose? And is it worth the time? I don't know. But I know how far I have come in healing and I know that the writing has been a big part of that, so I am afraid to totally give it up.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am selfishly happy when others post because I so enjoy reading about other's lives. I am glad that you choose to continue because I would miss you if you were gone.
There are elements of my life that take a chunk of my time that I would rather spend somewhere else, doing something else. Since that is not an option, I try to make the best use of that time. And now, I shall try harder at making that time--if not blogging time--thinking about blog (topics) time.
DeleteThank you. I enjoy the sneak peak into other's lives as well. Moreover, I enjoy and appreciate the information, motivation, and wisdom I've garnered from those peaks.
Whew! I thought this was going to go in the opposite direction... and I'm so glad it didn't!
ReplyDeleteI'm one of the worst when it comes to not posting. I know it but I rarely work to change that. Still, I treasure my blog and, especially, I treasure yours. Yours, 8thday's, Maria's, Em's, and many, many others. I feel that our online friendships transcend the medium. Sure, we don't know each other in real life, but I bet if there was ever a time when we were all together in time and space, we'd have a great time.
Also, I've started referring to you all as my pen pals. :-)
I feel much the same way as you do. Being a pen pal is very much in my wheelhouse. :-)
DeleteI have dropped off some too. I have struggled on the whys and wherefores but have come to the conclusion that you have. I simply must. No matter how sparse, or prolific, or whether observed, I have to keep on. I must say that having you as a witness to my life has been warm. Thank you so much. Keep posting and I will keep reading.
ReplyDeleteMadame I have greatly enjoyed getting to know you and your art. I'm looking forward to seeing and learning even more. It is an honor to share with you.
DeleteI value the people who have chosen to stick around and I am very glad you are doing so.
ReplyDeleteAs am I. I value the sharing--the having morning coffee over the back fence--feel of it all.
DeleteI can always feel you through your blog and I find that refreshing. You just lay it out there, good or bad, happy or sad. I admire that. There isn't a posturing bone in you.
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