Blogging is a weird thing, and honestly I’m not quite sure why I do it. There probably isn’t a week that goes by where I don’t tell myself I should seriously think about saying to hell with it, it’s a waste of time, etc. Yet I continue on. It’s as much a habit now as any of the other habits I have going on, and when those days pass where I don’t post anything it feels like I haven’t done something I was supposed to. I do enjoy it, mostly, just like anyone who does it, I suppose. Ultimately, I know that when I read something online, or in a magazine, that I like, I always look to see who wrote it. Often they have a website, but most often there isn’t much there. When I do find someone who is active, it’s a little thrill, because I like to see people telling the stories of their lives. That’s probably how I’ve found 90% of the blogs I follow, and have even made friends that way. So I’ve tried to make this blog the kind of thing I like to read; not just an endless scroll of advertisements for what I’ve published and where, but more of a day-in-the-life kind of thing.
I’ve had versions of this blog on different platforms going back to 2008. It started on Blogger, then I switched it to the WordPress “free” host, then about a year or so ago I switched it over to a paid host under this domain that I own. The old Blogger content has moved with me ever since I imported it into the WordPress format, but the formatting of those posts is a little wonky. One thing I do pretty much on a daily basis — at least when I’m home — is check the stats. I’m curious to see what people are reading here. At least once a day, sometimes more, someone has accessed one of those old imported Blogger posts. When that happens I like to click the link and “fix” the formatting of the post. It’s also fun to see old posts I’d forgotten I’d written and re-read them. In the comments I also see names of people who used to participate a fair amount who have ridden off into the sunset. Not surprisingly, the vast majority of those folks are people local to the area that I actually know/knew in day-to-day life. But hey, people are busy.
Nonetheless, today it’s left me feeling all warm and fuzzy and grateful for the people who do read this ridiculous stuff, and especially to my small cadre of commenters who take the time to respond. You’re the ones who make doing this worthwhile, and I’m grateful, and thankful, for it.