I’m new to this whole blogging thing. And I have reservations.
I’ve had people here and there comment that I should write a blog. Apparently, some people find what I have to say slightly interesting enough to warrant a blog of sorts. I’ve mulled it over and over and over in my head. And I’m still not convinced this is a necessary or even a good thing, but what the hell.
The dominant reservation I hold to this whole blogging deal is this: Why would anyone care about what I have to say? I don’t say that in a “I-suck-feel-sorry-for-me-because-I-lack self-confidence” sort of way. Nor do I mean it in some sort of “I’m-passively-seeking-attention-by-being-self-effacing” sort of way. I mean it in a “don’t-broadcast-yourself-to-people-because-you-aren’t-anymore-important-than-the-next-gal” sort of way. A blog seems to be the portal to “LOOK AT ME!” land.
My other reservation is time, which I lack great volumes of. I’m a mom of three young kids, work full-time at home for a non-profit and run the entire household from paying nagging bills to making countless meals for picky toddlers to picking up dog crap in the yard. Time is not on my side.
Lastly, I haven’t the slightest clue about blogging. Why blog? What does one say in a blog? Does one blog for money? Does one blog for pleasure? Who will read this? Do I want people to read this? Should a blog be helpful or entertaining? What sets a blog apart from every Tom, Dick and Harry’s blog out there? Will I lure in stalkers? Haters? Fans? How much drivel does one disclose? Is blogging just another symptom of this “ME! ME! ME!” society I’ve been known to rail against?
In the end, I guess my approach is that this blog shall lack all expectation. I’ll expect nothing and maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised or abandon it altogether. What the hell.