I didn’t blog yesterday. No huge reason–just busy.
You probably didn’t notice or care, but I still felt guilty.
This blog is not my job. It’s a hobby. I’m technically doing it “for fun.” But it’s still hard work, and in that respect, it can feel like a job.
When I tried to explain that to my husband, his mind was blown. “So, wait. Blogging isn’t fun for you?”
Er, ummm, well, yeah it is. Sometimes. A lot of the time.
But there are also times I wish my blog would just write itself for a few days. I wish it would optimize and update itself, edit its own pictures, and stay active on social media for me. (I also wish my house would clean itself, but that’s not working so well for me either.)
It’s never that I can’t think of things to say or do–if anything, I have way, way too many ideas. It’s just that, sometimes, I wish those ideas could magically transport themselves out of my head and into the computer.
For one thing, writing is hard. Even for people who call themselves “writers.”
Then there’s the fact that so many of us bloggers are textbook Type A personalities. (What else explains the willingness to invest in something so demanding “for fun”?)
It’s hard for people like us to go with the flow on something like blogging, where there’s always infinite room for improvement. On any given day, there are a zillion different things we could be doing to “grow” our blogs–as long as we’re ok with making the sacrifices that go along with that kind of diligence. (Even just reading other blogs can leave us with that “I should really…” feeling.)
It’s easy to get sucked up into the momentum of blogging fever and think you have to DO ALL THE THINGS to be a successful blogger.
But, honestly guys: if we’re doing all these things at the expense of living our real lives, what’s the point?
I think the healthy living blogging phenomenon that’s going on right now is awesome–it has motivated and inspired tons of people (including me) and it’s brought exciting opportunities to us regular little ol’ people. But I also worry that it might be getting a little out of hand.
It makes me sad that something I do for fun brings me guilt. At any given time, there are a thousand different things (slight exaggeration) I could feel guilty about regarding blogging:
–Not posting enough.
–Not reading/commenting on enough blogs. (Probably my #1 source of guilt.)
–Not being active enough on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. (Oh, and that Google+ thing??)
–Not sharing others’ posts enough.
–Not optimizing my site in ways I know I could.
–Not taking enough pictures. Ever.
Even though I feel this stuff from time to time, I try not to talk about it. I know that the more I put it out there, the more I’ll start to internalize it and see it as something I should be feeling guilty about.
I know I’m not the only one on the guilt train. I see bloggers apologizing all the time–for missing a day of blogging, for not responding to comments/emails fast enough, for not posting that recipe as soon as they wanted to, for taking vacations (?). I totally understand the urge, but we have to realize that we’re setting a bad precedent for ourselves. (And most of those expectations are coming from us anyway.)
Let’s make a pact: to never again apologize for letting our real lives get in the way of our blogs.
It’s not just the words–it’s the implicit guilt that needs to go.
Since a lot of us are promoting moderation in other areas of life, we should be especially sensitive to this blog/life balance thing.
It’s still ok to blog just for fun, you know. No agenda, no fancy site design, no crazy aggressive marketing tactics.
You don’t have to have the most optimized site with the most well-written, well-photographed content ever. You don’t have to be just like XYZ Blogger. You don’t have to participate in blogger conferences and link-ups and twitter chats. You don’t have to be crawling all over social media all day. You don’t have to read and comment on 40 blogs a day.
You can just blog for fun. In whatever form that takes. Whenever’s convenient for you.
Is that crazy?