01 August 2012
The Good Ol' Days: Nitty, Gritty Blogging
Whatever happened to the good ol' days when blogs weren't driven by a quest for money and popularity? I remember the days of livejournal and the early days of non-google blogger, scribble.nu, and what have you. I miss the stress-free nonchalance about being able to blog about whatever you wanted (um, life) without being caught up in content-driven profit.
I love blogs with great content, but that doesn't just mean tutorials out of ones ears (most of which have been done. I don't say this to be scathing, I just say it amicable honesty. And let's be frank, I'm the only one here. ;))
Blogging as ones career is very rewarding I'm sure. But for those of us that want to have that option but post about our true selves, be them not so cookie-cutter perfect as the mommy bloggers of a-state-I-shall-not-name (again, these are blogs I follow, praise, and adore. I'm just being honest about the image put forth: flawless, stay-at-home-mother's other allllllll happen to be extraordinarily crafty, domestic, and with tempers of BAMBI). Dealing with depression, feelings of inadequacy on all fronts, racial identity issues, pressure of my beloved religion, and so on... these are things I deal with on a daily basis IN ADDITION to living gratefully with JOY. Life is a quest in which we learn about gratitude and contentment and let's face it: we aren't always perfect so let's not only show that face! Let's show our relatable human side. When you do, you have the support of your followers to back you up and help you through any negative points in your life. Blogging used to be about networking to make new, wonderful friendships that wouldn't be accessible to you otherwise, not acquiring the greatest number of unique hits.
I used to love photography. I used to love the gritty possibilities of documenting ones life. Honestly, instagram is more realistic than the perfectly posed and made-up mothers of the blogosphere. But feeling the pressure of trying to blend in (what a mistake :( Oh Lauren...), documenting life both photographically and journalistically became a stress.
And all of this hit me in the midst of a bad bout of depression. I simply couldn't write a post because the high school pressure hit me and I felt like why journal online anymore when it feels like I should be doing this for all to see but not have it show all of me the way a journal would? (Oh right, blogging = for the public now, journals = private these days.
I know this may sound silly and perhaps negative or complaining to you. Or maybe it resonates with you. But I will explain how digging my way to a more stable place in depression helped me begin to resolve my feelings on these matters.
To be continued...
at 10:52 PM