The past few weeks I’ve had to remind myself of why I blog.
In the beginning I used my blog as a place to put down my thoughts. Kind of like an online journal.
Slowly it turned into a parenting blog, a mommy blog. A place I could document my child’s life.
I started off with one reader, and then slowly I picked up a few more.
I was happy with that. I was content.
I then started Tweeting and realized the blog world was a huge one.
I started to feel a need to be “accepted” by these other bloggers.
It doesn’t work that easily.
Most of them have their circle of bloggy friends and aren’t open to letting others in there clique.
Most of them have met before and conferences. Conferences am not able to afford.
I found myself Tweeting links to my posts and practically begging for people to comment.
Why did I feel the need to have validation from others?
I took a break from my blog after I had my son in May.
I had pretty much lost all of my readers (except for the ones who really love me) and began to panic.
The answer is I don’t know why.
It’s nice to have readers. It’s nice to have comments. But it’s not why I blog.
I had to remind myself of that.
And now I don’t care.
I will no longer post links up on Twitter. My blog link is on my profile. It they want to read they will. Me clogging up their Twitter stream won’t force their hand.
I will blog because I want to remember that Kobi has learned to roll over from his back to his stomach.
I will blog because I want to remember when Lael stopped being a baby and turned into a beautiful young lady.
I will blog because I want to remember when I settled into my parenting role and stopped being afraid.
If I bring a few friends along for the ride, that’s nice.
But at the end of the day I just want to remember.
Two decades later
18 hours ago