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Apparently I am an oblivious person, or I’m easily distracted. Those are the two scenarios that seem most likely. I’ve read a few things lately about how the blogosphere is rife with competitiveness and discontentment. A fact that I was completely and utterly unaware of. Perhaps my head is in the sand or something equally useful.
As the whole blogosphere hurtles towards PR and business and other interesting things I suppose it’s easy for blogs to become secondary to relationships. It’s all about who you know, after all. And in some ways that’s the antithesis of the blog, where it’s all about the writing or the pictures. In other ways, it’s not. Relationships are the spark that blogs live off. But business relationships are more contrived and less organic than blog ones. And even if they are not, they always look that way.
I have a small blog. It’s small in a lot of ways. It’s small in audience. And it’s small in content. I’m not going to get a bazillion shares on Facebook or Google or anywhere else because what I write isn’t hilarious and it’s not practical, it’s just personal. So I’m happy with where I am. With the smallness of it that makes my blog a secluded creative space. I don’t get trolls, or nasty emails or people second guessing everything. And that’s thanks to the smallness of it.
And the content is small too. Many blogs are defined by adversity, and I am grateful that while my life has as many highs and lows as the next persons, I am not a person who has to cope with adversity on a daily basis. So I write about small things like starting preschool, or baby smiles or being socially awkward. The intricacies of a life that I am building.
And after two years I can say that I’ve achieved everything I wanted to achieve with this blog. It has been a jumping off platform for paid writing, which has been my dream since I was a kid. It has been a place to hold all of the memories of my babies close to me. And it has been a place to make friendships. In some ways I wish I was better at the friendship bit. Not that I haven’t made friends or that there aren’t people who I feel really close too. But I wish I had the ability to get out of my own way and translate more of those friendships into the real world as well. I have to admit that when I see people talking on twitter about how they had skyped or called one another I feel a twinge of sadness that I don’t do that. But that’s on me. And I’m ok with that.
There’s something of an ending about it all. Not just the things I wanted to do with the blog but having my little baby here – the one that I dreamed up, went through the trying to conceive battle and chronicled the pregnancy experience all on this blog. Or not an ending exactly, but a completeness. That’s why I call her my blog baby. Not because she comes with me to PR and blog events but because I dreamed her on my blog first.
And although I know that when I go to blog events I will occasionally feel insignificant because of my blog's smallness and have moments of wistfulness in relation to other people’s talent, audience or bigger-than-lifeness I will know that I celebrate my smallness because I know exactly who I am.
Good Googs: A Blog in Words and Pictures. Also on Twitter @goodgoogs and Facebook.
Photo Credit: Dave F.
