I somehow totally forgot about blogging for over a year. The only reason that it came up is because I had a new bird visit my balcony and I had to remember where I was keeping that list, and it turned out, it was online, in a blog.
If you think my blog completely dull and irrelevant, you’d be right. Well, it’s not toally irrelevant. The reason I started at all was the same reason I built my first website: to learn how to do it. Unfortunately I don’t really have a lot to say, or at least, the blog is just not a good fit for my thoughts and opinions. Or rather how I like to express them.
When I first considered getting on Facebook or MySpace, I really thought it was a way for our narcissistic society to talk about themselves. And it does provide that outlet. But now that I have been on Facebook for a couple years, I really like the ability to stay in touch–on a daily basis–with friends from all over the world. It’s like things you might talk to a neighbor about over the fence. Sure, it can be mundane and trivial, especially to others, but it’s those relationships and what I get out of them that is valuable to me. Hopefully I contribute something too.
You also find those people, just as you do in real life, that you particularly connect with. High school class mates (and some who went to my high school but I never knew!) I knew but didn’t hang out with back then, I find myself speaking to frequently, and enjoy reading their status updates and looking at their vacation pictures and helping them vote for their favorite animal shelter or band. Others that I was good friends with I may not mingle with as much. Funny, but just like real life; some friendships ebb and others flow. As your life changes, so do your relationships.
So back to the blog: I stopped blogging largely because I had nothing to say, but I’m starting up again despite that. I never really kept a diary because it seemed so pointless. I talk to myself all the time, do I really need to write to myself as well? I mean, we’re together constantly. A blog gives me a diary format, but its visibility to the public makes it seems less pointless. However, I am no longer going to be worried about being mundane. My point here isn’t to entertain. In fact, it’s not even to reflect or share. It’s actually that there are some things, like a bird who visits the balcony, that I’d like to record for the future.
My garden, my cats, my birds, my husband, my cooking adventures, my interest in nutrition and how our society eats, my weight-loss saga, my exercise, my FAI surgeries, my neices and nephews, my Mom and step-father, my Dad and step-mother, my neighborhood, my friends, my job, my 2nd job, my charity work… these are things I have no interest in putting onto Facebook. For some reason that doesn’t feel appropriate. But here it’s okay, just stuff I want to record. It’s okay if people read it. It’s fine if they don’t; I certainly won’t be publicizing it.
Boring maybe even to me in the future, but at least it’ll be there in case I wonder: has this bird visited before? Was it 2 years ago or 3?
And maybe good night-time reading for an insomniac.
