BLOGFRIGHT
We all love blog followers and commentators. The more the merrier , right? It can become quite a high to see those numbers rising and rising. And to feed that “one of these days somebody is going to offer me *insert dream* just for spewing my thoughts out on-screen” fantasy .
But then comes a merry morning when you sit down to blog and the words just don’t come like they used to.
There’s a flashing cursor and a blank screen and ……….nothing.
The sad result because of one thought flashing red upstairs : YOU CAN’T SAY THAT.
Aunty C won’t like it, sister-in-law won’t get the joke, ex-teachers/ future teachers of your children will hold their mother’s blog against them for ever and ever AMEN.
So you freeze. You’re a deer caught in bloglights. You’re up on that stage and you’ve forgotten your opening line.
You, me dear, have BLOGFRIGHT.
And it’s time for some decisions to be made. You either blog for the benefit of the audience or you blog bravely. Honestly and willing to take whatever reaction you get. If any. Because here’s another thought : Who really REALLY cares about the intricacies of your every single emotion?
And why do people read other peoples’ blogs?
- To be entertained?
- To feel relief because “Hey, I’m not the only one after all?”
- To get a kick out of someone elses failure?
- To offer support?
Who knows.
But this here blog will remain what it is. A not-so-sweet mom of two sometimes-sweet–mostly-exhausting children, trying to remain un-depressed and satisfied with marriage and life on a farm. Miles and miles from the nearest mall and fancy restaurant. Boohoo and all that.
Read. Don’t read.
Follow. Don’t follow.
Judge. Don’t judge.
And every once in a while leave a virtual hug and cup-a-tea. ( or glass of white? )
If you’re feeling sweet, that is…
