You know what?
I am not a good blogger because I know so little about it. I mean, I sit down and write and push publish and there you go.
Now you could argue (well, I could argue!)that that is all a blogger needs to do, but that isn’t true. People read this blog, not a lot, but some. And some of those people also write blogs. And they are really good blogs and they have blog rolls, where they list the blogs they read. And because I like their blogs I go check out the ones they read and then I get to know more blogs and….on and on.
I don’t really know how to blog, I am not participating in that lovely reciprocity, the reciprocity that I, myself, depend on to find new blogs. That is not a good thing. Why don’t I? I haven’t taken the time to figure out how to do it properly. I chose a free blog design from WordPress to put out there as representing me. I only recently have started putting videos and pictures and quotes on my blog…I think I have kinda figured that out.
This is not a surprise to me. This is, too often, how I operate in the world. I have a fear of the work involved, the attention that needs to be paid, to learn new things. I’d say it was my age, but, frankly I have always been that way. When my son moved out it really started to hit me how much I relied on him, and others , to handle computer or electronic issues that I just kinda don’t have the time to deal with.
What? I sit here and write, I read other blogs, I watch TV, I waste time….I imagine I could figure this out fairly quickly. I really need to do it because I read such great stuff, moving, intelligent, funny blogs that I would really like to share. Sober blogs, grief blogs, life blogs, funny blogs, poetry blogs, sassy blogs….all so good and I need to share them. It’s not like I am hoarding them, I am just lazy. What a ridiculous reason to not shout out and share some really wonderful work being done quietly by some very cool people.
I am going to be very busy very soon. I should probably be packing something instead of writing now. Tossing stuff instead of sitting on my butt berating myself for not having a blogroll. However, this is what I am doing. It’s after 9 on Friday night and there is not much more I can really do around the house. So I am making some tea and am going to see if I can figure this out for real.
It would be a step for me, a step out of my comfort zone, a step out of my “I can’t do it” whiney mode. A step into something new…a venture into my new, really new life that is waiting. When I am sitting in my new apartment with the cool loft (which, by the way, I was approved for!), I want to be writing a blog post and have a lot of other bloggers I love sitting right there on the page with me. I will be in a new home, in a different area, with new furniture…a place I have never lived, and I will be alone. My husband is dead. My son is living his own life. And it would be nice to have my friends there with me, and they will be if I can figure out how to put them there.
(BTW… I was moved to write this after reading a beautiful, hopeful post by a wonderful blogger who blogs at