April 1, 2016

Wherefore art thou blogger? (7 years in)

April 1 is my officially stated blogaversary, and today marks 7 years of sitting down to write something not in Word. I feel like the day needs to be acknowledged. Even though I haven’t been here in a while. And I don’t know when I will be again.

Geez, I never thought I’d see the day. Not the 7 year mark (I always intended to blog forever and couldn’t imagine a scenario when I wouldn’t) but the day where I honestly contemplated packing it all in.

This is the problem with multiple social media accounts. By the time I’ve gotten everything out on facebook, and twitter, and instagram – and to Baby G and SoldierMan and the other 2 people I actually speak to in real life – there just doesn’t seem like there’s much left here for the ol’ blog world.

I still remember the “good ol’ days” where people passed around blog awards like they meant something and did giveaways because we liked each other and blog posts were a couple-few paragraphs about some conversation you had with your husband and no one expected a high-definition watermarked bokeh-heavy picture of him in profile to headline it. Those were good times. More fun.

Now it just feels like there’s more pressure to perform, and I don’t have the energy for it right now. (And I don’t even feel like it’s safe to admit that, because I *only* have one kid that I *only* stay home with and I’m not even monetized, so what else do you do all day)

So, when I think I’ll just write a quick “here’s how we spent our weekend” post, it just doesn’t feel like it’s worth the effort anymore.

WIN_20160401_14_48_19_ProMe, trying to think of words

Also, I don’t know what to do with this blog. The Army isn’t as prominent in our everyday lives as it used to be (go ahead and throw the tomatoes, it’s just the truth and the season we’re in at the moment). I don’t have the experience or the desire to mommyblog. You get full enough of my hobbyist political chatter on twitter. We do okay when it comes to “experiencing Hawaii,” but that’s only worth a serious dedicated post maybe once a month, and even then, 99.9999999% don’t care where we ate because you aren’t going to go looking for the same place within the next month. (Sorry.)

I started blogging to talk about our family. I kept blogging because I met some really cool chicks. And that kept me coming back and reading and being “in the community.” A good number of you reading, and probably most of you who may comment, I’ve gone on to be friends with on facebook and in real life, and for that, I’m so thankful I gave this a shot.

But now every third blog post in my reader (and dang, how has that technology been SO SLOW to adapt to 2016? The lack of a decent mobile app is demotivating) is sponsored or affiliated and, no offense, but I really don’t care if Cheerio’s asked you to find a creative new way to make cereal art. That’s great if you got a kickback from it, really, good for you. Chase those opportunities.

I’m just not into it.

I’ve taken a really long time to say, I haven’t decided. I have plenty of other projects I need to give my creative energy to – finishing the baby book, organizing our home videos, home decorations, the fiction writing I haven’t been able to touch in 3 years – and I don’t know how the blog fits into all of that, or if it does.

I maybe hop on here every now and again to try and bring casual blogging back, but part of me wonders if that genre, that culture, even exists anymore. In the meantime, thanks for reaching out and connecting in other venues (all my social media buttons over there still work, btw). Thanks for reading this really boring stream-of-consciouness mishmash without a conclusion.

Seven years isn’t a bad run. I’ll see ya when I see ya.

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