Why do I blog?
It’s a question I’ve been asked, been pondering, been mulling over, been justifying quite a bit lately. As I try to shape this space into something that people enjoy and can relate to, yet is still uniquely mine, I have to make choices and try to be interesting. Try to engage, persuade, entertain, inform. I blog to connect with the millions of people out there like me, who may or may not like me, but understand where I’m coming from. To reconnect with people I’d lost touch with. To stay connected with people I value and who live too damn far away. To validate who I am and that I still have a brain. To remind others I exist as a person, not just a mom, with interests and hobbies and goals. To keep me honest and make me a better mom, because you’re watching. To show off my kids and my photos, of course. To stay close with family who also live to damn far away. To keep J and E on your mind.
My blog is a reflection of who I am, but more of a persona. It’s not all of me or all of my kids. It’s who I allow you to see, and it’s not always the bright and shiny parts. I did tell you that my kid peed in public, remember? And that I was snubbed by mean moms at the playground. I do like to brag about my kids and often I just want to show you a beautiful picture that I love. I like to tell funny stories and embarrass myself every now and then, too. I like to make people laugh and feel less alone. I like to laugh and feel less alone.
And the best part is, it works. All of those things happen on a daily basis and they are all true. I have connected with people I don’t even know, who don’t know me and they don’t know my kids (although they wish they do). Why is that not creepy? Because it’s a community, a group of people who love the same things and are sharing a common experience. Who bring me happiness by sharing a slice of theirs. Who inspire me with the photographs. Who make me weep with their honesty.
Like Zakary. I just started reading her blog “Raising Colorado,” and I suggest you do the same. Not only for her photos and her stories and her honesty, although all amazing, but because she’s a genuinely cool person. And I know that for a fact. Want to know how?
She recently made a random post about finding really cool note cards at Michael’s for a dollar. She posted it because it made her happy. It made me happy just looking at them, and jealous because I have no idea where the nearest Michael’s is. I love note cards. I love pink. Her post is something I would have done, so I commented and told her what I just said. Just to let her know that someone out in the world knew what she meant. And you know what she did? She emailed me, got my address, and look what came in the mail today:
My own little slice of happiness, straight from Colorado. From someone I have never met. Whose blog I have only commented on once. People just don’t act that way anymore.
I told you it was a community. I’m so happy that I chose to be a part of it. And now I have awesome note cards, a great blog to follow, something to write about, and was pleasantly reminded about how cool people can be. That’s why I blog. Maybe you should, too.