The Joy Of Writing
Sometimes I miss the old blogosphere where it felt like people were blogging because they wanted to share stories or because they loved writing.
I miss the days where we didn’t spend time worrying about whether we had built Facebook pages, Twitter followings and G+ outposts.Â You didn’t feel badly if you weren’t picked as one of the Top 198 pickle bloggers, weren’t asked to be a keynote speaker at a blog conference or didn’t get pitched by Porsche to test drive their cars.
You just got to write for the joy of writing and for the love of sharing good stories. You enjoyed the camaraderie of others who knew we weren’t a bunch of losers living their mother’s basements.
Time Moves On
Time moves on and what once was is no more and that is ok. It is not just ok because we all have to adjust but because there are good things that come with the changes. There are new friendships and opportunities that draw our attention.
The kids and I talk about this often and how to roll with the changes that we face. It is funny to me because I don’t think of myself as being particularly adept at dealing with change but when I flip through the pages of the blog I see my impression isn’t entirely accurate.
I am much better at this than I realized and that realization is part of what I love about blogging. It is not just about the joy of writing or the friendships but of learning about ourselves and growth.
It feels rich and rewarding.
Old Posts and New
My son is going to be Bar Mitzvahed in December. It throws me and makes me smile at the same time.
That kid is a huge part of why I am a blogger. When I started he was a toddler and an only child and life was so very different from now.
Different doesn’t mean better either, it was just different, albeit easier in some ways. But time passes and things change and now the toddler is a preteen who has a little sister who has lit up all of our lives.
She has no bigger hero than her older brother but that doesn’t stop her from screaming at him from time to time or change the pride I feel when I see them playing together. They have their own world and own relationship that are separate from the rest of us and it is a joyful thing.
Those old posts in the archives touch upon some of that and make mention of the magic I felt then but they don’t have the same touch as the ones I write now.
Sometimes I read them and think I was a better writer then and sometimes I read them and wonder why people paid attention to such awful stuff.
Most of the time I don’t pay any attention to any of it and just come out here to write for the joy of writing because this is the present and it is where my primary focus has to be.
Just write baby, just write.