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I got to thinking last night about blogging and how long I’ve actually been doing it. This blog is only about 3 1/2 years old (it used to be called Hope Springs Eternal and I started it after the miscarriage I had in December of 2007), but I’ve been writing in an online journal – a weblog – for over ten years now.

I began blogging in March of 2001, at the tender age of 17. My platform was not Blogger nor WordPress, but LiveJournal. After Nellie went to bed last night, I started browsing through my old entries as I do every now and again. I chose this month in 2003; eight years ago. I was nineteen years old, and had just landed a job at the Chili’s that was slated to open downtown. I was so excited and proud of myself. My personality wasn’t too much different then than it is now; I still had a very random sense of humor. I treated my LiveJournal much like many people treat Facebook now: I dumped whatever was on my mind at the time into my journal.

“ZOMG, I got the job at Chili’s!”
“ZOMG, they want to make me a trainer. I’m so excited!”
“ZOMFG FUNNY INTERNET VIDEO.”
“I HEART SPAGHETTI ALWAYS.”

I did write about my day-to-day life, which during the time period I was revisiting consisted of living with my (then) boyfriend, going out to eat, watching movies, and spending time with my newfound group of friends. I stumbled across one entry that was basically:
“I went bowling tonight with my group of bowling friends. This one friend of mine, Josh and I competed against each other to see who could beat the other one. He’s usually better than me but we tied this time! OMG!”

Little did I know that “this one friend of mine, Josh” would one day be my husband and the father of my child.

I thought about all of the people I’ve met on the internet in the past ten years. I began thinking about the people I’ve met on the internet even beyond that. Connecting with people through the web has been a part of my life and of who I am since I was twelve years old. To some, that may seem kind of pathetic and even sad but I’ve never viewed it that way. When my home life was intolerable and depressing, the internet was my escape. After I moved out and lived with my boyfriend and found that life wasn’t what I thought it would be, LiveJournal was my therapy. Writing was cathartic. I’ve made lasting friendships via the internet; people I still keep in touch with but whom I’ve never met face to face. I’m happy on the internet, connecting with people all around the world. I think about people in particular who stand out in my mind, some of whom I only spoke to once or twice but for whatever reason left a lasting impression on me.

I wonder where those people are now, what their lives are like. If they’re even still alive (you never know). I think about the people I interact with on a daily basis via my blog, Twitter, and Facebook and wonder if we will still be speaking in ten more years or if they, too, will fade into the cast of characters that have come and gone during my days on the internet.

I read through my old entries, remembering the events that passed eight years ago. I read my writing, which was honest and unedited. I thought about my writing today, and how I’ve struggled with this blog and tried to keep my words genuine and not forced. I’ve failed a lot. Going public with this blog took a lot of the personal touch from it; it’s hard to bare your soul in your writing when you know that your coworkers, your friends, and your family read what you have to say. I am not ashamed of the things I write or feel but it’s still a very strange feeling to have someone come up to you and say, “So about your blog post yesterday…”

Part of me feels like I need to get back in touch with that nineteen year old girl with so much on her mind. I need to channel her sometimes, and just write. Write about what’s happening in my life. What I’m feeling. What I’m doing. I’ve gotten away from that, and that’s the whole reason I started a blog in the first place. Not to make money, or to get sponsorships, or to have people drooling and clapping over my words like cracked out fangirls. I started this blog to do what I’ve been doing for years and years, and that’s express myself and connect with people that I would never, ever be able to connect with if it wasn’t for the internet. I’m not saying that sponsored posts aren’t nice (they are, and I have one coming up Monday) but they’re not the reason I started blogging.

If you made it this far through this slightly rambly post, *internet cookie*. Thank you for reading, for continuing to come back even when I have nothing to say. Thank you for caring about my little space of the internet.

Comments

  1. Your reasons for blogging in the first place, are the exact same reasons I am blogging today. I only just started 2 months ago, but I’ve been writing down thoughts etc since I was a child. I hesitated with starting a blog for a long time (try 10 years) because of the very same reason you stated.

    But after having my son, I decided it was time. Time to write. Time to reach out. Time to share. Thanks for this post!
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  2. I totally agree about how hard it is to have co-workers coming up and saying, “So about your blog post the other day.” I find myself not writing and going for long periods of time before posting b/c I just can’t say what I want to. I am afraid of hurting people’s feelings. I always tell myself that I will try to get better…I’m glad that I am not the only one.
    And while I just found out about you via Twitter, I’m glad I did. Your posts always make me smile! :)
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  3. yessssssss cookie. nom nom nom nom
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  4. ZOMG I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN EVA!!!!!!!!!!!!! *swoon* drooling all over my keyboard because I love you so so so so so much!

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