There are times when I question why I blog. Just over a week ago my blog disappeared. It just upped and vanished. I managed to get it back. I just clicked and clicked not really knowing what I was doing or where my clicking was heading and eventually the powers that be restored my blog.
It was a strange thing. I was a little upset but not as much as I had thought I would be. I’d imagined that I would be very distraught. My blog is a record of how I have travelled, how I have developed, my changing interests and my growing children. I had always considered that my blog would just always be. That as a published online document it is there for me at anytime and anyplace. One of the reasons I have persisted to blog is that it is a virtual record of little aspects of my life. As I observe from afar people afflicted by fires, floods and earthquakes it occurred to me that my blog is indestructible. Other possessions, items, ephemera can be destroyed or stolen from me but not my blog. Now I know that not to be true. Yet I’m not certain that it has changed my attitudes to blogging in any significant way.
This past week I have struggled to blog. There is a new routine being formed. The children and I now travel to the local primary school twice a day five times a week. Fitting in all the chores and naps around the school dictated schedule has been challenging. I wonder if I will ever find the energy to visit all the blogs I love, find the time to write posts myself, find the energy to create things other than tomorrow’s sandwich. I wonder.
This morning I brainstormed the reasons I blog. Perhaps you can help me – why do you blog?