I started blogging two years ago.
At the time I had no interest in being a “blogger”. In fact, I didn’t even know what a blog was. (True story.)
I was so ignorant about blogging that I didn’t even realize our family “website” that I created to keep loved ones and supporters updated on our life and work was actually a blog. Apparently I had already been blogging for years. But I don’t really count that. (To me it was simply newsletters in website form.)
Analytics? Say wha?
I had no idea.
Now two years later I have much more idea.
I’ve learned a lot. I’ve been a blogger and I’ve backed off as a blogger. I’ve grown a community. I’ve networked. I’ve answered hundreds and hundreds of emails that I seriously don’t have time for. And I’ve met some amazing people.
But here’s the thing. Sometimes I love blogging. (I certainly love all the things I’ve learned from reading blogs and I’ve loved some of the genuine friendships that have sprung out of it.)
But sometimes I loathe blogging. I rarely ever check page views any more, and I can’t seem to ever keep up with the goals I set for myself. (Not a bad thing – they are sometimes unrealistic.)
I didn’t start blogging to be a blogger. I started because I wanted to write.
I continue because I want to write.
That’s the bottom line.
No matter how many people read or follow or comment or tweet or like or pin….
I blog because I’m a writer. And for now, the platform I’m creating is helping me to practice, express, connect, and so many other things.
So blog or not (actually 7 to be honest), I blog becuase I’m a writer.
That being said, yes, I’m a blogger. But I’m a writer first.
Q for you: Do you blog? Are you a blogger? A writer? What does that mean to you??
p.s. I didn’t write yesterday because I went to bed (still fully clothed) at 6:30pm. Today was that kind of day too, but I got up again around 8:30pm when the sleep wasn’t working out so well. Is there anything worse than being utterly exhausted (and grumpy) and having insomnia all at once? Yes, of course there is. But when you’re in the midst of it, it sure doesn’t feel like it can get much worse… Bah.
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