One Year Into a Blogging Life
One year ago today I started writing this blog without a firm idea of where it was headed.
And you know what?
I still don't.
The only thing I can say, with certainty, is that I'm not famous.
But I can say some other things with certainty.
This blog:
- Has allowed me to expand my network through relationships with people I never, ever would have met otherwise. (Unless this is like "Lost" and I am destined to meet these people at some point.)
- Has improved my writing. While I still struggle with my voice, sometimes that little writer inside my head screams, "Stop! Go back and read that last sentence. That's what I'm talking 'bout!"
- Is slowly improving my self-confidence. Even though I am still trying to escape the clutches of caution, I am slowly growing more daring. Whether or not that's a good thing remains to be seen.
- Gives me the motivation to find content in strange places. I mean, who knew Dexter and Jimmy the Greek could teach us about public relations?
Above all else, though, this blog has made me realize that blogging ain't easy. Posting two or three times a week does not seem difficult until you actually try it, even though the couch and the television are far more compelling options.
But we press on because somebody reads it and leaves a comment. Somebody retweets your blog post because they like what you wrote. Your great-aunt on your Dad's side can't stop raving about your way with words to anybody on Facebook who will listen.
Those are the reasons why we continue, even when we are struggling. Because we know, when we lay our head on our pillow at night, the hour or so we spent trying to find the perfect way to explain why Tiger Woods' PR team really screwed the pooch was far more valuable than the time spent watching "House."
And, like Matt Chevy so succinctly puts it: I have "shit to say."
You've been warned. (Again.)
