I decided it was time for a bit of an update here on the ol' blog so I mucked my way through it and did it myself, with the help of some free online backgrounds and my pal, Heather. Now that I have a tentative grasp on how to do it, you can look forward to occasional changes to occupy your occular orifices.
You're welcome.
Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Competition
I can't compete.
I snuck quietly into the blogosphere a little over two years ago. (July 18th to be exact - Happy Blogoversary to me!) I had stumbled across a little blog called Confessions of a Pioneer Woman and felt inspired to try my hand at online writing. Well, hrruumph. That's akin to me hopping on my bike and thinking I can keep up with Lance Armstrong. Inspirational, yes. Motivating, yes. Realistic, NO.
Sure, I can ramble and blather on about my mundane musings, but does anyone want to read that?? I mean, when there is such absolute brilliance as this out there, my rather pathetic pontifications are pointless. (Alliteration, anyone??)
One of my favorite bloggers was having much the same feeling the other day and I found myself telling her to continue on with her "ramblings" (her words), and reassuring her that her "ramblings" were what kept me coming back, that I could relate to her best when she just shared simple thoughts instead of always trying to write "the perfect post".
And then a lightbulb clicked on.
I started doing this mainly as a record of my life, and my children's lives and our times together. I've chronicled the construction of our house and I'm sure that if I hadn't, I would have already forgotten the frustrations and efforts and feelings I had throughout the process. I've recorded many of the adventures that our family has been on. I've shared my thoughts and feelings and fears and goals. I've bragged about my amazing kids. I've written myself memories of the last two years.
And you know what? Much like looking back at my teenage diaries, I find myself re-reading and remembering things I'd forgotten and being able to laugh at things that were oh-so serious/painful/stressful at the time. I've recorded parts of me and my life that otherwise would have faded and eventually been forgotten. I've shared myself and made some new friends, as well as kept my friends and family apprised of what's going on in my life.
Mainly, I've documented ME - who I am, what matters to me, what I'm thinking and doing. Much like in real life, my words are often not very poetic or even remotely organized at times, but they are always genuinely ME.
And I don't need to compete.
I snuck quietly into the blogosphere a little over two years ago. (July 18th to be exact - Happy Blogoversary to me!) I had stumbled across a little blog called Confessions of a Pioneer Woman and felt inspired to try my hand at online writing. Well, hrruumph. That's akin to me hopping on my bike and thinking I can keep up with Lance Armstrong. Inspirational, yes. Motivating, yes. Realistic, NO.
Sure, I can ramble and blather on about my mundane musings, but does anyone want to read that?? I mean, when there is such absolute brilliance as this out there, my rather pathetic pontifications are pointless. (Alliteration, anyone??)
One of my favorite bloggers was having much the same feeling the other day and I found myself telling her to continue on with her "ramblings" (her words), and reassuring her that her "ramblings" were what kept me coming back, that I could relate to her best when she just shared simple thoughts instead of always trying to write "the perfect post".
And then a lightbulb clicked on.
I started doing this mainly as a record of my life, and my children's lives and our times together. I've chronicled the construction of our house and I'm sure that if I hadn't, I would have already forgotten the frustrations and efforts and feelings I had throughout the process. I've recorded many of the adventures that our family has been on. I've shared my thoughts and feelings and fears and goals. I've bragged about my amazing kids. I've written myself memories of the last two years.
And you know what? Much like looking back at my teenage diaries, I find myself re-reading and remembering things I'd forgotten and being able to laugh at things that were oh-so serious/painful/stressful at the time. I've recorded parts of me and my life that otherwise would have faded and eventually been forgotten. I've shared myself and made some new friends, as well as kept my friends and family apprised of what's going on in my life.
Mainly, I've documented ME - who I am, what matters to me, what I'm thinking and doing. Much like in real life, my words are often not very poetic or even remotely organized at times, but they are always genuinely ME.
And I don't need to compete.
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