I’ve been meaning to do this post on blogging for a while but have been putting it off because I wanted a bit more time with it, more time than I usually can afford to give myself on writing a post.
I didn’t really understand the appeal of blogs until last year, when I started reading other people’s blogs, not because I knew I wanted to do it, I just got interested in their stories. I wasn’t really following people that I had much in common with, they are hairdressers, young mothers, photographers, small business owners. And yet, in the way they presented themselves, I found that I could relate to them and enjoyed following their thoughts and stories.
One of the biggest hurdles I faced in starting my own writing was that I am, by nature, a reserved person. I do not have a natural inclination to have others be ‘all up in my business’, as the kids say it, and am not completely comfortable with this amount of information about me available to anyone who wants to read it. I was very apprehensive about letting strangers into my thoughts, letting them judge me. What if I am completely wrong? What if I offend someone? What if no one agrees? In an attempt to have absolutely no one doubt the validity of what I wrote, here’s my first post… I bet none of you could argue against this one! :)
I used to have the same issue with my artwork when some of the pieces became very personal. But with no other choice if I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, I forced myself over these hurdles. What makes me a bit more comfortable with all this is the realization that I will never make everyone happy. In a world filled with images and information, each of us has to be quite selective in what we choose to consume, and I realize that my artwork and the writing I choose to share will only appeal to a limited number of people.
As someone who was raised not to assume anyone else owes you anything, it almost seems kind of presumptuous to be a blogger :) Believing that someone will find what you have to say interesting and that it is worth sharing. But then again… it would also mean that all artists and writers and creators are a little presumptuous… which, now that I think about it, may have to be true :) If I don’t believe in my own work, however, why should anyone else? If that’s what we’ve got then we should share it, right? The world would make no sense if only one person lived on it. The reason we have technology and arts and innovation is because in essence, we are all working together, each of us bouncing ideas off each other. There is not one person who is not affected in some way by those who surround him. We shape each other. And I know and have preached this for years, but it’s easier to give advice to others than take it yourself, but everyone has an interesting story because of this, when you share it truthfully, people will find some value in being able to connect to it.
So those are my mixed feelings about my reasons for blogging. But despite all this, I’ve always enjoyed writing and blogging itself is not different. I like that it pushes me to think and to organize those thoughts into something that can be shared. I think that’s what I miss most about not being in school, it gave me a chance to think everything through and now blogging allows me to do that. I was (am?) that geeky kid who loved writing papers and doing math proofs :) There’s also a kind of pressure to stay involved in local events and stay up to date on news which is always nice. Otherwise, much of that time would be spent watching Downton Abbey or Parenthood reruns on my couch :) But until I can convince myself that discussing how emotionally draining the fate of Lady Sybil was to me, I’ll keep writing about the other stuff!