Edited to add: Just found out my wedding was blogged about on another blog called "Time to Drink Champagne".
Blogging is a funny thing. I started blogging many years ago, because I like to write, and I like to write about myself, and I don’t mind people reading it (to an extent). I blogged on a variety of platforms, and finally have ended up here. Who knows where this will take me, but the past couple years of blogging have been fun, and I’ve met some neat people through it.
I read a lot of blogs as well, and my favorite bloggers are the ones who share quite a bit of their lives and seem to do it in an authentic and real manner. But which blogs are my favorite changes over time. Sometimes it’s because a blogger seems to have "sold out" and is only writing about stuff to increase page views. Other times it’s because a blogger is still writing about her life but I no longer have enough in common to care. As a blogger myself, I struggle with what to write, how much to share (particularly about other people in my life), and how not to be that interested in how many people are reading my blog.
That’s the thing, though. I really do want people to read my blog. I love writing it, I love my life, I love writing about my life, I love attention, ergo, of course I want people to read my blog. That being said, I don’t really want them to talk to me about my blog…that makes me feel uncomfortable. A simple acknowledgement is fine, or an email, tweet, something NOT in person, about myblog, but when a friend, or worse, acquaintance, says, oh I really enjoyed your blog post the other day and then wants to discuss it further…sometimes that makes me want to crawl under a rock. I mean, after all, isn’t blogging about myself one of the most overindulgent, selfish activities possible? Let’s just talk about ME. I may love doing it, but it doesn’t mean I don’t still have a little shame. Hence the rock crawling.
I do try to be fairly authentic in my writing. I can assure you that the dry sense of humor (oh, yes, much of what I say is sarcastic) is truly ME and that I possess as much of that in real life as I do on the blog, if not more. But there is definitely some hyperbole, exaggeration, understatement, overstatement, and naturally I do not tell you everything that I do in life. That would be just crazy. Chris gets annoyed enough at me for what I say about him, and I get enough phone calls from my mother concerned about this or that…of course I censor. You have to.
Here’s a little confession, though, readers. I do care who reads this. I like to know who is reading it…to an extent. And I secretly (no longer secret) want more people to comment on my blog! So, if you are reading…take a minute…leave a comment HERE on the blog…and tell me what you think. How ridiculous am I that I write about myself and my life and expect people to be entertained by me? Or alternately, what do you think about blogging? Or HI, INTRODUCE YOURSELF IF YOU HAVEN’T BEFORE.
(note: I wanted to break up the writing so I inserted pictures of me drinking on our honeymoon in between the paragraphs. Related? Yes and no.)