Our Words Matter.

Things I’ve learned in more than two and a half years of ‘blogging’ and writing for the love of writing.   Sharing it with the world.  Or the four or five of you people who like to read my stuff.   Or have some familial loyalty and don’t want to be caught unawares if my blog is mentioned (not that I do that…).

Readers are fickle.

After this post I will be four posts shy of 1000 blogs.

And I still don’t know what to expect from readers.

I feel it’s fair to say this because not only do I write blogs, I am an avid blog reader.   I subscribe to oh, maybe fifty, shoot, it might be near a hundred now.   I’m too lazy to go check.    And I don’t know exactly what it is I expect from blogs either.  In general:     Humor me.   Entertain me.  Keep me interested.   I hate for my brain to be bored.  My body can rest occasionally but my brain needs to be reading or processing constantly.

I feel like I’m at a crossroads.   Fine, it’s a self imposed/built/imagined crossroads.   But it’s there.  Which way do I go.  What do I do.  What is it I write.   Who is it I write for.   Why is it I write.  Where am I going with this.  How do I feel about what I’m doing.  The crossroads isn’t a big dilemma.  It’s just ….. there.

Sometimes when I write about biking I have tons of readers.

Sometimes one.

Sometimes when I write about family I have tons of readers.

Sometimes I piss someone off.

Sometimes when I write about Ireland you love it.

Well, most of the Ireland posts are loved because I know so many who want to go there.

Sometimes when I write about serious stuff I get indepth and thoughtful responses.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone read it at all.

Sometimes when I write about funny stuff I get some chuckles.

Other times I’m left standing on stage with the crickets chirping.

Sometimes when I post pictures I get feedback on the story in the picture or the vision captured.

There’s a time or two I cringe at the images I’ve posted.   Mostly of me.   Ah!  Self image issues, ALL of them of me!

Sometimes I write something I feel is very powerful

And no one gets it.

Sometimes I write something I think is cheeky and on the verge of crapola

And it strikes a chord in many of you.   And I have to reread it through your comments.

Sometimes I struggle with whether to post something or not…is it too personal, is it too serious, is it not quite right.

And I don’t post it  because I wrote it for me.

Sometimes I wish I had never told anyone I blogged because I would write more intensely, more openly, more honest

If I was anonymous.

Sometimes I read others blogs and thought  “damn that was good! I wish I had written that!”

On occasion….I’ve had others tell me thank you, for putting something important and wordless to them, in perfect rhythm with their feelings.

Sometimes when I write I want to desperately get you a message.

And sometimes I haven’t the courage to say what I want to say.

But…

Always I write.

Because our words matter.

Our message to one another is important.

Maybe that’s all I can expect from myself.  To have faith that our words matter.  That our messages to one another help us.  By making us laugh, making us ponder, by teaching us, making us feel and be aware of one another’s suffering, or celebrate in one another’s joy.

I don’t know what you expect.   But I hope you expect something.

10 thoughts on “Our Words Matter.

  1. i hear you about the blog world being so unpredictable! i have to be careful not to take it personally! i’m so sensitive lol…i love writing/blogging, and i have to remind myself sometimes, of who i am trying to please! having said that, i thoroughly enjoy the blog world and all those i’ve met along the way. some stay, some go, but our paths have crossed for a reason, that i know! and you’re right our words do matter! especially mine…lol 😉

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  2. I was offline when my tele read me this post. I could write you a novella. Suffice it to say, I feel you as I have been there. I am six months into this blog and topped 500 posts last week. I follow a little over 300 blogs, as I, too, am an avid reader.

    Your message is always there. Write with abandon. Write as though someone will pick up the RSS feed 100 years from now and feel what you wrote because your heart is in it.

    Even when I am late to the game, I appreciate what you have left behind to stimulate, entertain, confound and amuse.

    Red.

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    • Thanks Red, that means a lot to me. I do write a lot hoping my kids, grandkids, and further down the line descendants some day read some of this and are very grateful for it. Not to mention anyone who just comes across it and connects with something. So thank you!

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  3. Oh gosh what an awesome read this was… you make me laugh and i love the authenticity in your writing voice :)) Its funny i had just left a comment on another post of yours about exactly the same thing that you shared in this post…. The parts that resonated with me the most:

    1. Sometimes I struggle with whether to post something or not…is it too personal, is it too serious, is it not quite right.
    2. And I don’t post it because I wrote it for me.
    3. Sometimes I wish I had never told anyone I blogged because I would write more intensely, more openly, more honest
    4. If I was anonymous.

    Especially right now, I am particularly dealing with 3 & 4 when it comes to writing. I feel like i’m at my own crossroads for a couple now– precisely just like how you described. Thank you for writing this post. You’ve made me contemplative and accelerated the “crossroads” process for me just now. ❤

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    • I have over 1400 posts I started and have done nothing with. Yet. I’ve taken some posts down after publishing. I’ve not written about things I want to write about. You are stating the very doubts that I have had since the beginning. 🙂 It’s a process of developing, changing, learning your comfort. You can always take something down after publishing it. Or not. I’ve never taken down a controversial post (though I don’t have many because that’s not my niche), but I have taken down posts I felt didn’t say well enough or clear enough what I wanted to say, things like that.

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