Today is the one month anniversary of that big scary moment of pressing publish on my first ever post. Since that first post, I have done it another 24 times. 25 posts in my first month. It feels like a lot.
So I’ve been reflecting today on what I’ve got out of blogging in my first month and what I’ve learnt, about blogging but mainly about myself. Turns out I’ve learnt quite a lot….
Blogging is addictive (or maybe I’ve just got an addictive personality)
I’ve always been the sort of person that if I’m doing something, I’m going all in. I can’t just dabble, I have to do it properly or not at all. When I first started my blog, I actually thought I’d just post once a week. Once a week! Can you imagine? It didn’t take long to get to the point where I post most days. Well I say most days, I haven’t missed a day in a while, and the thought of it makes me feel a bit ill.
Blogging is free therapy
This is one of the best bits. See something in the news that annoys you? Blog about it. Have a rubbish day with the kids? Blog about it. Feel like a failure at life? Blog about it. I’ve always been a talker, I have to talk about my problems, I can’t help myself. Turns out writing them down is even better!
Aparently I do have a creative side
I’ve never thought of myself as a creative person, I was much more comfortable with science and maths at school than art and drama. Because creativity is subjective isn’t it? No one can argue with the fact that you’ve got all your sums right, but produce something creative and you have to rely on other people to judge it and tell you how good (or not) it is. And that’s scary. But actually I really enjoy putting words together to bring my ideas to life on the page, and taking pictures that not only capture a moment but also look beautiful, is a skill that I love working on (and making very slow progress).
It’s not actually that scary
Ok, so a dented ego is a very scary prospect, but at the end of the day, that is the worst thing that is going to happen to you through blogging. My 2 biggest fears when starting blogging were that no one would read it, and that people would read it and think it was rubbish and say mean things about me. In reality, I love getting comments on my blog, and everyone has been nothing but lovely. If people do think it’s rubbish, they aren’t telling me, so who cares? And a few people do read it every day. Not hundreds, but some. The number doesn’t really matter to me, as long as I don’t feel like I’m taking to myself, I’m happy.
You can burn out quickly
I have fallen into the trap a few times of staying up past midnight to finish posts and then having to do a couple of night feeds over night and then up with the girls before 7am. I don’t do well on a lack of sleep and burning the candle at both ends is only going to end in disaster. As much as I love my blog, being awake and functional for my family is obviously my first priority. I’m still working on trying to get a balance and I think I’m going to have to give myself a strict bedtime soon!
Blogging makes me a better person
Before I started blogging, I had all these ideas in my head of things I wanted to do and changes I wanted to make in my life. Most of them I never ended up acting on (I still can’t play the ukulele for example). Now, instead of keeping them in my head, I blog about them and it makes me much more likely to actually do them. I’m accountable to the blog now, and I wouldn’t want to let it down!
Now I’ve started I can’t stop
I love my tiny little piece of the Internet. I love that it’s all mine and I can put whatever I want on it. I love that my children will have this to look at when they are older. Maybe they’ll read it when they are teenagers, and then read it again when they have their own children and fully understand it for the first time. Historically, I’ve not been great at sticking at things…. But I feel like this is different!
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