Since January 1, 2011 I’ve blogged, with some regularity. Found out about WordPress’ Post-A-Day challenge for 2011 and started … enthusiastically, breaking every, so called, «blogging tips» that you could ever find on the web. Didn’t have a theme or topic for my blog — I have nothing to offer, no food recipes, no crafts for sale, no «Top Ten-lists» … my tags are all over the place! Strangely enough, I gathered a great and friendly bunch of ‘followers’, and completed the 2011-challenge [okay, I was cooking the books a little at the end]. Then I decided I wanted a domain name of my own, moved to Blogger and sort of ‘closed down’ my 2011 blog. That didn’t last long — I wanted back to WordPress. What I missed the most was the sense of community here, but also nifty features of the blogging platform itself that Blogger still lacks.
This might seem like one of those tedious blogs about the blogging itself … I did a lot of them in the very beginning, but it isn’t just that — it’s about the certain feeling of frustration that can seize you every now and then.
As of January 28, 2012 I’m back here again with this [new] blog and I’ve been happy ever since.
If you’re a follower of this blog, you already know that I still don’t have a theme/topic. Some days, there’s just a photo, other days some fluff about something insignificant and every now and then something rather personal. Quite often when you post those, more personal blogs, you get comments about how very brave you are. In the beginning I had a hard time understanding the concept of being brave/courageous in a simple blog, but I’m beginning to see it now. Opening up to a bunch of people that you only know online is making yourself rather vulnerable, because you take the risk of getting comments that you don’t like. It has not happened to me personally, but I can easily see how it could happen. Also, pure misunderstandings as you cannot see the other person … no body language … so certain things can get ‘lost in translation’, so to speak.
In any event, last week I — for no reason at all — began to reconsider my whole blogging situation. I think it started with that I read a blog that had been ‘Freshly Pressed’, that I found so good … I started reading more of what she’d written, and began to ask myself what the heck I was really doing?! «This woman can write …and I can’t!» I just wanted to crawl back under some rock — guess it was just one of ‘those days’, but I quickly sank down deep in the black hole of the blogosphere.
Then I came across this post by my blogging buddy Marge. I met her in the very beginning of the 2011-challenge — she was just as enthusiastic about it as I. Her post now was partly along the same lines as my thoughts, about not having a niche. «Perhaps my NICHE is being me. Can that be a niche?», she asks herself, at one point, and I thought immediately; «Yes! Yes it can!» I like to write too, I have no aspirations of becoming an author so I’ll just relax and keep on doing what I’m doing. I love the connectedness here in WordPress — a person, who has never received a blog comment, wouldn’t understand the elated feeling when you get your first! Sometimes I think that’s perhaps the most important part of the whole thing — otherwise I could just as well write a private diary. I’ve probably said, sometimes, that I do this for myself — which is true, up to a point — but again, once you’ve gotten a comment it can become addictive.
I like to share little bits and pieces of our life here on the eastern sea board of Canada, memories of my life in Sweden and photos of our furry or feathered friends. I like to read my friends’ blogs! Sometimes I tend to get a little obsessive about my subscriptions when I get ‘behind’ in reading and commenting, and must remind myself that ‘this isn’t a job … relax!‘ I absolutely adore the weekly photo challenge, because there you, not only get to see a lot of beautiful photography, but also meet a lot of new bloggers. People are kind there … I haven’t seen one snide remark, all this time I’ve taken part in it.
So … to sum this up; I was out of my hole just as quickly as I fell down in it!