There is no real rhyme or rhythm to my blog. I am addicted to punch needle and you don’t have to dip your toe too deeply here to find several hours of my opinion on the subject. I simply love it and wish I knew more people who’ve tried it.
But I don’t. And now that I’m in the throes of unpacking and rehabbing this house, I can’t even find my needles, so there’s no sense in writing about it. So what keeps me blogging? Why do I continue to post about the little events in my day that, empirically, are meaningless.
I have my reasons, none of which have anything to do with preparing myself to pen the great american novel like some others I have noticed. Some of my motivators are:
1. I like telling people that I manage a blog almost as much as I like blogging. Some people find this, and thus me, mysterious.
2. Blogging provides a venue for ventilating, though most of the time I delete the rant before I publish it. If I feel it is of benefit to others, I leave it up. Like saving $55 on a pair of boots.
3. Blogging is a very easy way of keeping up with friends. I don’t Facebook. I don’t Tweet. Besides blogging, I email and use the telephone (it’s a landline if you can believe that!) Even my friends in Europe stay in the loop with my little blogs.
4. I have had the experience of someone losing my email and number, but then remembering the word Whimseytopia and tracking me down. That turned out to be a very good thing.
5. Probably the biggest motivator is the sharing aspect of blogging. I’m not selling anything, and unless I declare something copyrighted (like that would have an effect anyhow), I put up what I want others to see for their inspiration.
6. My blog provides a record of my crafts. It isn’t uncommon for me to pull up an old post to see a picture or remind myself of something I made. I have over 6000 photos in my Iphoto library, and it takes a millennium to find a particular one. So I just go to the right category and pull it up here. Saves tons of time, and frankly I get a kick out of reading my own stories, often wondering how I come up with such silly stuff.
But when I really think about it, blogging stops me from overdoing it. It provides a respite in my hectic day. It prompts me to read other’s blogs, and it connects me to the outside world in a way that calms me and reboots my brain into thinking things other than painting, repairing and replacing things in this new old house.
I’m happy to call myself a blogger, and it has occurred to me that eventually I will run out of space on WordPress. Does anyone know what happens then?