~What I Didn't Do On My Summer Vacation-Part III~
Recently while reading Robelyn's post on her 4 year blog anniversary, it occurred to me I should check out the date of my own maiden launch. Lo and behold...would you believe it? I've been sucking all the air outta a room for 4 years myself! I did a trial post in June, but actually sat down, loaded photos and started talking July 12, 2008, and I haven't run outta words...yet.
I realize how lax I've become and find myself posting less and less with each passing year, but you know what? Stumbling around blogland, I see I'm not the Lone Stranger. Everyone seems to have the same problems finding the time to post when just last year...there was time a'plenty.
Was there an outbreak of fits and starts while I wasn't looking?
I've got me a coupla theories and even though you didn't ask...I'm gonna share 'em with you in honor of all the words I've typed over the last 4 years.
Plain and simple...blogging has lost it's shiny.
Like kids with a new toy, we shook the box, took it out for a spin and loved it to pieces. We played with it for hours on end, sometimes broke it when it didn't need fixing, then upon spotting something newer and shinier outta the corner of our eye...proceeded to chunk it in a closet. Oh we intended to come back later when time allowed and play with it again, but much like Woody in Toy Story, we forgot it was there. We were way too busy tilt-a-whilrling on our new playgrounds...dizzy with excitement. We always intended to get back to it, but when we did,
we I realized two weeks had passed since our my last post.
In our high-tech, high-speed world, we depend...nay we crave...instant gratification. If we need inspiration...click...we've got Pinterest where inspiration abounds with no strings attached. No commenting...no interaction...nada. Nothing needed but a good pair of eyes, an itchy trigger finger, and a password. Same goes for FaceBook. Feel a need to make a little chit-chat? Just type in the ol' password and commence visiting...or lurking...your call.
Blogging requires a certain amount of self-discipline, a myriad of thoughts, and a willingness to share. Things all of us were anxious to do at the get-go, but now...mmmm...not so much. Fact is...it was easier when it was new and exciting, but as the reality of all the work involved with posting set in, we realized Pinterest/FB was simpler and just like that...the honeymoon was over. Where Blogger was our House of Smoke and Mirrors, we were craving the Fun-House with it's spinning Barrel o'Love and having our skirts blown up over our heads.
Hmmm...speaking of reality.
I've been reading mumblings/grumblings of reality disappearing in blogging, but honestly folks...when...if ever...was there any? I mean, let me ask y'all one question. How many of y'all want to see Cat Daddy's dirty underwear sittin' in a laundry basket? Really? C'mon...y'all all know that basket is just outta camera range, but tell the truth...wouldn't you rather gaze at seashells and dream of packing for the beach? Wouldn't you rather pretend you hear waves crashing and not a washer filling? Do you really need a screen-shot of C.D.'s tidy whities to remind you of chores waiting to be tackled? 'Cause if you do folks...just say the magic words...and have I got some reality for you!
Another complaint I've read is the amount of marketing/ads in blogland these days. It does seem a few blogs are just one big ol' giant commercial, but I don't necessarily see that as a bad thing. Just because some enterprising folks were clever enough to find a way to take the guilt outta blogging by making a little jingle-jangle for themselves and their efforts...I ask you...what's wrong with that? (I'd like to add there is a huge difference between being a blogger-for-hire and self-promotion, but let's table that discussion for another day...'kay?) Believe you me...I would if I could, but who's kidding who? I can't even manage to get a post up once a week...much less 3-4 times weekly. These folks have committed to way more work than I'm willing to do. They have to blog on a regular basis...key word here regular...while I sit on my git-a-long
needing expecting wanting to be committed, but lacking the self-motivation. Y'all want reality...I'll give you reality. I applaud those who find a way to make a blog pay, but the reality is...am I a little jealous of their business acumen? I ain't gonna lie...heck yeah. Am I willing to make plans to change my M.O.? Not just no...but heck no. Not saying I won't ever change...I just don't like to. I'm a creature of habit...and that is my reality.
Law...I'll tell you one thing that never changes here at the Casita de Trash. I still love the sound of my own voice, but for those of y'all who didn't click off three paragraphs ago...I'll cut to the chase.
For the last 4 years...I thank you from the bottom of my heart for hanging around here. Just think of me as your neighborhood pool hall. Noisy as all-get-out, racking my brains while trying to chalk up thoughts to share, and from time to time...getting caught behind the eight ball.
Now...what say I put a caboose to this train of thought and in the continued spirit of keeping it real answer some unasked questions?
1. Yes...I am lazy when it comes to posting. There...I've said it. No apologies...I y'am what I y'am!
2. Yes...I love to talk and plan to go on blogging...until told to hush...or hit with a gag order.
3. And yes...as I hold a seashell up to my ear to hear the waves...I hear instead God's voice instructing me to hold on tight.
Changes ARE on my horizon.
Whether I like it or not...
Planned or unplanned...