A few of my favorite bloggers have gone quiet this year. First, Colin Walker decided to step away for a bit and then my friend Michael has not felt the need to write out everything that is going on. I’m always bummed when a blog I enjoy goes dark, but I understand both of their reasonings. Sometimes you just need to experience life and not report on it publicly.
About ten years ago, I caught myself spending way too much time taking photos at events. It was if I was on edge the entire time trying to capture some perfect moment for a blog or social media post. I looked around and noticed that everyone else seemed to be doing the same thing, and that’s when I realized if something great happened, I’m sure I could find a picture online. So, I put my phone away. Now, when I attend an event, I’ll take five or ten pictures. I do my best not to experience life through the screen of a cellphone and instead embrace the experience for what it is. I sometimes think writing about life can be the same as taking photos with a cell phone.
Sometimes we get caught up documenting, reporting, or dissecting. I know in the past, I’ve worked on writing reviews for things without realizing that I wasn’t enjoying myself. Why do something if it does not make you happy? We already spend enough time doing things we don’t want to do in this life, why write out of some strange obligation to an audience of strangers that may or may not even read your material.
Lately, I’ve spent a lot of time blogging. I’ve dusted off some old ideas and put a few new things together, but in the midst of all this content creating I seemingly forgot about the most important person in this writing relationship, myself. I stopped journaling and I found myself asking, “Does this really fit on the blog?” which is never a good sign.
So, I started writing again, but not for blogs. I’ve been writing for me. I set up a little private spot where I could pour out my thoughts and feelings in a therapeutic space. There’s nothing entertaining about my writings, but that’s okay, writing doesn’t have to be about entertainment. In fact, I’d argue that the best writing is about unburdening your soul. Taking whatever thoughts, emotions, and problems and then pouring them out onto paper. Some talent folks are able to do this by intertwining into fiction and creating magical places to explore their issues, while others, like myself, are better suited alone and in the dark without judgement.
I’ve tried to stay positive about the world of blogging, but I do feel like I’m hanging onto something that is dying, a piece of the internet that is neglected or drowned out amongst the advertisements. There is just too much vying for our attentions these days, it’s hard to find the time to write or even read what others wrote when a thousand different voices are pulling you in different directions.
Despite the rambling, I’m not quitting blogging. I just understand why others have and will. I am in the midst of re-prioritizing some of my time commitments due to the house buying process and the realization that I haven’t been taking as good of care of myself as I should be, so my blogging my change up a bit, but there is nothing new about that.
I’m still brainstorming, because I do feel like there is a next evolution to blogging. I’m not a developer so I’m not talking about creating some great platform, but I think there might be a new and different way to present the information that would be more easily consumed by others, but I still haven’t figured out exactly how that would be. Then again, I don’t understand people who watch other people play video games on the internet, so what the heck do I know?