You know, I used to blog daily. The entries were long. They were rant-terrific. They were current, featured lots of swearing, and generally I didn’t actually care who read what I wrote.
Then a bad thing happened, and I wrote something kind of mean about someone in my life, they read it, there was drama, and I learned to not write anything that I wouldn’t be okay with my parents reading. I rarely wrote things about people in my life without their knowledge (and often, participation).
Then along came Kale and it was a whole other world. I became a “mommy blogger” (gag) and started writing only updates that had to do with whatever milestone Kale had surpassed. I wrote every couple of days, because I was on mat leave, and I was at home, and Kale napped twice a day.
Then my mat leave ended. I stopped having quite so much free time. Kale’s napping time became a race to get as much work done as humanly possible. I started having no time in the evenings.
Now, I write maybe once a week. I write about things we’ve done, how my general mood is, or what I’m into. I write product reviews. I talk about our house a lot. I post pictures. I think the only person who actually is interested in every single thing I post is Mom. (hi Mom!)
This isn’t a post where I am seeking all your approval and encouragement and love (but hey – if you like what I write, please tell me all the same). But these days I spend a lot of time using Twitter for my mental stream rather than this blog. It takes less effort, less energy, and can capture little snippets so much easier. It’s started to creep into my consciousness that maybe the Arbolog is on it’s way to being abandoned. Not right away, I don’t think.
I never started blogging hoping to create a community or a large readership or aspiring to be a blogger who didn’t have to work. I’m not that opinionated or extroverted or interesting.
It was always something for me to do, and it became something I enjoyed. Now, well, I still enjoy it, which is why I’m not walking away. But now, I read what I’ve written and I kind of think “Hmm, I can’t believe I used up a portion of my precious time to write THAT.”
What do you think?