I’ve spent the days since my first post ricocheting around the blogsphere – actually, is it blogsphere or blogosphere? At any rate, I have found so many wonderful kindred-spirits-if-I’m-not-crazy writers. So much help for a beginner, so much food for thought – or is that fodder upon which to ruminate?
One post today asked: Why do you blog? As I commented, I realized that I do it to form a community to which I can belong.
Many years ago, someone told me that people do things for one of three reasons: for power, for profit, or to belong (which I suppose could be prestige, if I wanted to stick with the alliteration). Prestige sounds so snooty that I resist. Belonging, that is what’s comfortable for me.
I don’t like being on the outside, looking in. I want to be in the center of where it’s at, of what’s happening. But I do not especially want to be the visionary or prime mover. I am most often content to be a follower, a cheerleader, an encourager. To some, a Barnabas.
Often I’ve been a pioneer (extended nursing, tandem nursing, preK-12 homeschooling, craft vendor and entrepreneur). It was lonely. People did not come alongside. No one wanted to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with me through the storm. A spark left to itself dies out.
My middle daughter became a blogger before I did. We both watched Julie and Julia and were bitten by the bug. I had to let the bug-bite fester before I ventured forth with my first post.
So here I am. I don’t really understand thing 1 about what I’m doing, haven’t picked a niche, haven’t figured out how to monetize – heck, I haven’t figured out how to enable comments or add a blog roll! But I blog.
Therefore, I’m a blogger.