I have an odd relationship with social media in all its
forms, blogging included. Sometimes it’s odd and isolating because you feel
like everyone is talking AROUND you instead of with you. But other times it’s
great and everyone reblogs the same thing on tumblr and you realize we are ALL
IN THIS TOGETHER. It’s sort of like my relationship with my high school best
friend. We don’t talk often, and sometimes I don’t think we have much in common
anymore, but then she sends me animated gifs from Star Trek: TNG and I remember
why we’re really soul-mates.
Sorry, I was distracted by Captain Picard. What was I saying
again?
Right. Blogging.
I should have named this blog “Updated, Like, Once Every Two
Years. Or So.” Then I wouldn’t feel any pressure when I see it on my bookmark
toolbar, or the spam comments in my email (“Hello I deeply enjoyed reading
about how you do this. Visit my site fuzzy-cookies-not-a-virus-I-promise.com”),
or really just the internet in general. But instead I named it Writing Leigh
and promptly realized I didn’t want to talk about writing all the time. I just
stopped talking (typing.) I do still write, sometimes, but I also volunteer,
and cook, and wipe noses (does that ever end??), and clean, and organize, and
waste time on the internet, and play video games, and then clean some more.
I’m multi-faceted, okay?
So, for right now, I’m back and talking this stuff out with
whoever is listening. This post is really just me, giving myself permission to
blog about whatever I want. Prepare for vacation pictures, and crafts, the
occasional rant, and yes, writing.
I’m excited. So is Picard.
Xo,
Leigh
3 comments:
Yay! And I know that feel. Only I did the opposite & in that I shut down all but one of my other blogs to put almost everything in one spot so I'd blog more, blogged a couple times and that was several months ago. Oops.
ZOMG you're back on Twitter AND in the Blogosphere! YAY! I hear 'ya. I have such an on-again/off-again relationship with both. Sometimes social media feels like too much pressure, which causes me to abandon ship altogether. Here's to being present whenever the hell you feel like it!
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