Is this thing on?
10 weeks. 10 weeks this blog has sat dormant, only updated by Twitter to let you know what I’ve been tweeting about all week. Nine weeks into a fantasy season that I promised I would update about here; of course I haven’t. Even the amount of my tweets have diminished, half the time I’m tweeting about either not tweeting or not posting blogs. For the last 10 weeks I’ve been constantly reminded that I’ve neglected this blog, and I’ve been trying to find a reason as to why the thought of posting something new gives me an enormous amount of anxiety.
Back when I started this blog I had the highest hopes. I was going to be the next Dooce. She was the motivation behind my first post, if you’ve been following since the beginning. I remember reading about thousands of blogs that started out great, but then for one reason or another were abandoned. That wasn’t going to be me! I spent countless hours learning about SEO and CSS and setting up RSS feeds and all types of other shit that you need to know in order to have a “successful” blog. I read hundreds of blogs about blogs about other blogs, and took careful notes to make sure I had every point covered. I poured over my Google Analytics statistics to monitor my progress. I was sure that by this point I’d be making a comfortable living off my random ramblings.
Why? What did I do it all for? And what happened?
Well, simply enough: I did it to escape. I was in a very different place in my life at the time that I started this blog, and not a good, happy place. I had become someone that I hardly recognized anymore, and it had been going on for so long that I needed an outlet. I’ve been writing my whole life, and it seemed easy enough. I was searching for a community, a place where my voice could be heard, even if it was “the Internet” that rarely, if ever, engaged in conversation with me. I felt like I had a purpose, and some control – two things I was seriously lacking in my “real life.” It worked, for a while. I even participated in NaBloPoMo, remember? Then, in December – 2 posts. January? 5. February? ONE. And it’s pretty much followed that course since.
So what happened?
I don’t need that escape anymore. I am in the best, most untroubled place in my life that I have ever been. I’ve gotten control back. I am myself again. I know where I am going and I know what I want. I’m empowered. I am HAPPY. I haven’t thought about CSS, or RSS, or SEO, of even Dooce in months. I don’t need to anymore. I have other outlets, other communities. I’ve been having fun, and living life in the “real world.” SO MUCH FUN.
So, does that mean I stop blogging for good? Is this my last post ever? Certainly not. But my purpose has changed. I no longer care if I’ve tagged posts correctly, or if my blog is aesthetically pleasing to my readers, or if I even have readers at all. This blog is for ME, for my own mind-wanderings and ideas and loves and hates and experiences. Whether I post everyday, or every three months, it doesn’t matter. No more pressure. That in itself is liberating.
Anyway, enough of my rambling. I guess I just wanted to say that whether you continue to check in with me or you decide to move on to greener pastures, I thank you for helping me through one of the toughest times in my life. Stay classy.
Oh, and as far as this year’s fantasy season goes, I’m currently 4-5 in 10th place. EPIC FAIL.
