I have been blogging for almost 5 years now. When I take a step back and think about it, that kind of feels like… wow. Except for I guess I should be a little more honest with that statement. I have had a blog for 5 years now. During which there have been several peaks and valleys of blogging more or less or, well, not at all.
In 2013 I published 20 posts, one every 2 1/2 weeks or so. I followed that up with a whole 2 posts in 2014. Now here I am again and I sort of feel like, “Where did everybody go?” Turns out a lot of my blogging community did the same thing I did. They quit blogging. Or cut way back. And I miss them. I miss the interaction. I miss hearing about a reader’s reaction or input in the comments. I miss reading about their lives on their blogs. I miss the connection and the friendship.
I don’t want to seem ungrateful, because I am. I am grateful for anyone that spends their precious time reading a post on my silly, little blog. I’m grateful for the few bloggers from my past that are still around. And I’m grateful that there are others out there I haven’t met yet.
I’ve been browsing tags and scanning blog rolls and butting into conversations. Basically doing all the things I did when I first started blogging, and it feels a little uncomfortable. It’s like I’m awkwardly asking, “Will you be my friend?”
Because that’s what blogging means to me. It’s not about a microphone or a stats race. I know for some it’s about writing and I can appreciate that. But I’m not really a writer. For me it’s about friendship and connection and community. I want mine back or to find a new one, and I want it now! But that’s not how it works, is it? Just as in real life, it takes time and a little luck to build meaningful relationships.
So I suppose I just need to be patient… I suck at being patient. There, now you know something about me. What should I know about you?