Nobody gets why I blog.
Let me correct myself. My friends, who also blog, totally get why I blog. Those who I tweet with get why I blog. Everyone in the blog universe gets why I blog.
Remove myself from the blogosphere and I am a lost soul.
No one gets it. Some people think what I do is pointless or a waste of time. Other people just humour me by pretending to listen to me when I discuss blogging but don’t really listen to me when I discuss blogging.
They ask questions like, “Do you get paid to blog? I say, “NO”.
Do you sell something?” I say, “NO”.
I tell them I do it for fun.
That’s when they give me that look. ( The “Oh, okay. Whatever look.) You know the look. The look that says they truly and honestly haven’t a clue what blogging is all about nor do they understand the purpose of it. To non-bloggers, blogging is like a foreign language and world.
And at one time, it was for me too.
My sisters read me occasionally. One more so than the other. My parents know I have a blog but have never read it. My cousin Nadia from ncries.blogspot.com who also blogs, reads me from time to time. (I featured her once for my Lets BEE Friends Friday Feature. She’s awesome:) ) My eldest daughter, Big B, will read me occasionally when she’s bored of Facebook. My hubby says he reads me but when asked what I blogged about today, he’ll say he didn’t get a chance to read me today because work was too busy. *Sigh*
As for my friends, maybe a few read me. My BFF nominated me for the Top 30 Mom Blogger competition here in Vancouver, BC where I live. I ended up placing 2nd runner up. I definitely know that she reads me because she leaves me comment love. I love her for that. As for other friends, they might read me but I would never know because they never comment on any of my posts or talk to me about it. *Sigh*
Truth is, sometimes I wonder why I blog myself because there are times, let me tell you, when I think I could be doing so many other things instead of sitting at a computer writing during free time. I could be cleaning, organizing, exercising, reading books, shopping or cooking. Honestly though, I do all that stuff anyways … maybe just not as often or as regularly as I could. In the end, it all gets done and that’s what matters most. My house remains in tact and that’s good enough for me.
When I’m not mothering or house cleaning or being a wife or doing the career thing away from the home, blogging is what I do. I don’t have a ton of time to blog so I do it in bits and pieces when I get the chance. I love to read other blogs but that often poses challenges because I don’t always have the time. That’s when I end up feeling bad. Just like I end up feeling bad when I don’t have time to write for my own blog. This has been and always will be a struggle for me.
No matter the struggle. No matter the lack of time. No matter the funny looks I get from people who know that I blog and don’t get why, I continue to write and post because it makes me happy. I like to write about Motherhood, kids, school, friends, health and life with all of it’s ups and downs because it’s therapeutic for me. Blogging is a vehicle for self expression and when you’re surrounded by little people most of the time, it’s so nice to be able to connect with other grown-ups who are going through life at the same speed and experiencing life in about the same way.
Blogging is like a support group outside of normal life.
Plus, it’s fun and I’ve met so many fabulous guys and gals through the blogging community.
So I guess as long as I get why I blog … it doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks!