I got an email that claimed my blogging is an attempt to gain attention. That somehow my blog masks a “look at me” problem, and that I said, “yes,” to the blogosphere in an attempt to fill a void within myself.
I hear lots of negative things about blogging, and bloggers in particular. I’ve seen people roll their eyes as they say, “Everyone has a blog,” like its frivolity and wasted time.
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But if you’re to believe that it takes one to know one, then folks who make disparaging assumptions about bloggers don’t know what I do.
Diving head first into a blogger’s life is a gamble, like a tossing of the dice. Where you land depends on many factors that are completely out of your control.
Last week, for example I had a couple of sick kids, an over booked schedule, a back-log of laundry, school volunteering, and “Uh Oh, I never sent out the birthday invitations,” which resulted in a twelfth hour mess that never should have been sent in.
It was awful from head to ill punctuated tail, and I knew it as the Gmail swoosh zoomed off and away.
But with a deadline, which every writer tries their best to meet, the choice to send out a lackluster piece trumped the laziness and embarrassment of bad writing. And so I suffer the consequences, my failure on record for anyone to Google if they please.
Such is the nature of the blogging beast. A risk that when taken doesn’t always shine a gentle light on your best you.
Sometimes, though, streamers and confetti fall from the sky, and your blog post is liked and loved all over the web. Your work resonates, especially if it comes from a place of authenticity.And don’t we all want out work to be appreciated?
Deep emotion can propel fingers to spin together mighty words. Funny words. Sad words. Painful words that make people stop to catch a breathe, or reach out to help you catch yours.
But you’re stars may have been aligned that week. For no logical reason and despite the backlog of laundry, the sick kids, the over-booked schedule… that particular post is like Baby Bear’s bed.
Do I think that my blogging is an attempt to have people look at me?Maybe.
When we look at each other is when we see ourselves. It’s through the human experience that we form bonds of understanding and acceptance.
Do I think that I’m attempting to fill a void within myself?
If I wanted to fill a void I’d be writing about unicorns and double rainbows, hearts, flowers, and little ponies.
And all would be right with the world.