As many of us do, I often joke about my blogging addiction, but the truth is, it really has become my passion. Oh, I don’t proclaim to be a GOOD blogger, but I do love to put my thoughts out there and experience the high that comes from knowing someone read my words and really thought about them. I feel that connection when someone GETS me and cares enough to leave a comment telling me so. I have not often felt so affirmed in my life as I have through my blogging.
So when I recently became aware of a couple episodes of unrest between some blogger circles, it really unsettled me. I may be naieve, but I’ve never experienced anything but acceptance, support, and some mild constructive criticism. Maybe that’s because I’m not a big-time blogger. Maybe it’s because I don’t take a stand on any really big issues and I simply write about the small world I live in. I am happy to have the smallish circle of friends I’ve found in the blog world and that I have the time to visit those friends and keep up with them on a daily basis. I have no desire to earn money from my blog and so the stakes aren’t high for me.
I hold nothing against those that strive for more from their blogs. I admire those that can articulate themselves in a way that strikes the very hearts of others. I am in awe of those who can come up with something profound or hysterical or that draws heat from their readers. I experience pangs of envy towards those who are writing actual books and who are on the road to being published. To be honest, I’d love to be on that road but the truth is, the talent is not there or I’ve yet to dig it out from deep inside.
If you really knew me, you’d know I avoid conflict at all costs. Is that a fault or a strength? I guess it depends on the situation. But it IS the reason this unrest gives me so much discomfort.
My world is not all sunshine and roses and maybe that’s why I strive for only that which is positive in my blogging experiences. This internet is infinite and it’s my prerogative to connect with like-minded people, just as it’s anyone else’s right to take us outside our comfort zones. I wouldn’t dare ask them to stop, but I can choose not to step in the ring. I’d prefer just to stand back and watch in wonder, amazement, discomfort and sometimes admiration. This world is full of players and spectators. I think, at least for now, I’m going to stay back here behind the safety glass.
How about you?