The End Of Blogging?
I’ve been having so many thoughts about this whole blogging thing I do as of late.
Some say blogs are dying out, as the conversation shifts to social media, and people’s attention spans wane further and further and further, making copy longer than a dozen lines overwhelming to the eye.
The numbers look the same, but still, it begins to feel like maybe you’re typing into a vacuum. (You are.) (I am.) The comment sections of even the biggest bloggers are scarcely populated; they’re treasured around here as they never have been before.
This week, one of my very favorite bloggers of all time up and quit the gig.
That really bummed me out.
“Blogs are almost dead,” two of my biz ladyfriends agree to each other, and I can’t decide whether they’re right, or whether they’re justifying their lack of blogging–something they really never wanted to do, but felt they should. Felt they had to.
I’ve begun to have a nagging wondering about whether I’m engaging in a dying art. Whether it’s all doomed, and every next post is somehow another step closer to the end.
I’ve had moments of wanting to ask you all, “Do you even care anymore? Should we just call it on this? Are you sick of hearing me ramble on and on and make up words and tell you what to do? It’s okay, you can tell me.”
I mean, why do it anyway?
I made this really great friend at a summer program the summer after my something-year of high school, and though we remained close for a while afterwards, it has now been years since we’ve seen other, let alone spoken, let alone exchanged emojis.
For the past three weeks, I kept thinking of her, wondering how she was doing, and what her life was all about now. I even searched every combination of her name I could think of on instagram to no avail.
We have no mutual friends, we don’t follow each other on any social media platforms; she was, as far as I could tell, lost for the time being.
Yesterday morning, a message popped up on my phone, and somehow, before I even looked at it, I had this feeling it might be her. I swear I knew. And it was her, of course. answering my telepathic call, my page over the universe.
Yesterday night, we typed back and forth to each other with the giddiness of the high school girls we were when we met. We sent each other pictures of our jubilant faces.
“I feel like we’ve re-kindled an old love!” I typed.
At which time she was sending, “This feels like long, lost family action!”
It was fate and the stars and cosmical alignment and all the feelings.
Earlier in the week, I saw a poster which featured the phrase, “REMEMBER WHY YOU STARTED.”
Yesterday, I re-connected with an old friend.
And somehow, in a way I can’t quite explain, the two things are linked for me.
Or, maybe they’re just the thoughts currently circling my brain, which is, after all, pretty much what a blog is.
I started this blog so many years ago because I wanted to. Because I wanted to connect with others who shared my obsession with beautiful spaces, and because I wanted to reach the people who perhaps needed to hear the words I had to share. And after all this time, the thing that’s kept me at it isn’t money, since I decided long ago that I would rather work doubly hard for my clients than put the pressure on this space to pay my bills. The reason I started and the reason I continue is love and need and purpose.
There are things you do in life that you aren’t even sure why, only you feel compelled to. You feel like it’s right for you and the world, and you just keep at it because it makes you happy and you have to do it.
There are messages you put out into the world, written or spoken, or just thought, that aren’t immediately returned. But you just go with them, because you can’t help but to. And maybe along the way there are moments of doubt, “Can you hear me out there?”
And then a message pops up from the very person you’ve been mentally messaging and somehow it all becomes clear: follow what feels good. Keep at the happy. Have faith in timing and forces so much bigger than yourself. You are being watched out for. Your voice is being heard. It’s all on its way.
And now after that nonsense that you likely scrolled right past, here’s a gorgeous bit from Fox Force Five Construction photographed by Peter Dressel.
Please excuse me while I go truly and sincerely LOCK IT UP.
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