The World of Blogging
The weather is keeping me inside today. No long walks around the place, finding inspiration in the lessons of nature. So, I have been sitting reading, listening to the music of Jul i folkton, sipping a piping hot mug of Pero, while soup simmers on the wood stove. I also have been thinking about the world of blogging. It can be such a powerful thing, this blog business, we can share thoughts, concepts, lessons learned in life, the beauty of life, even when born of hardships. But it can also become a high school like atmosphere. Full of the "am I as popular as she is ?" type mentality. The worry that some feel when a reader moves on, no longer visiting. It reminds me of the girl, lonely in 9th grade who asked, "why don't you want to be my friend ?" when you never thought you were not her friend. There is a subtle, unspoken peer pressure in the world of blogging, measuring ones worth by stat counters and comments. When in reality, blogging should be just simply good for sharing, putting in print what matters to you. An on line journal or perhaps a show and tell thing. Your worth doesn't come by way of 76 comments on a post, or even 0 comments. Your worth is in who you are, for being born with a purpose, even if that purpose is not fully clear to you at this time.
Measure your worth not by stats or comments, but by who you are now and by looking at your dreams and aspirations and the journey to reach them.
"Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you?"
~Fanny Brice ~
~Fanny Brice ~
I am slowly learning to be more of me, without worry about the expectations I believe, true or not, of what others have of me. It's growing more comfortable every day, this being in my own skin thing. I have finally figured out that writing on my blog is just the pouring out of my thoughts which need to exist for me, or I fear I would explode and if by chance others enjoy what my thoughts are, that is simply an extra blessing for me.
Comments
Lovely pictures as always!
I have had the added benifit of finding some wonderful women here too and have gleaned from them through humility. If I never got another comment, I would continue writing my blog!
What if there were no comment section at all?
Do the comments teach me something I didn't already know?
Why do I feel let down if I can see that people have visited but no one has commented?
Very enlightening at times: I realized that I wanted female companionship and encouragement. Was that a bad or unhealthy thing? Was I "strong enough" to turn my back on negative comments.
Things I thought about too.
Blessins', Lib
Difficult, isn't it. But I can't be other than who I am; I do my best, and the internet is an odd place - people wander in, find something of value, stay a while, and often move on.
I think it's worth remembering that many of those readers who've come and gone have often taken something of great value with them - a little piece of wisdom, an idea, or even just a moment of encouragement.
I like being able to make comments on a blog I've enjoyed.
Helen