Tomorrow, March 1st, is my one year blogiversary.
Anniversaries seem like a good time to reflect. There was a recent Wall Street Journal article that began, “Maybe you've heard: Blogs are a vanishing fad -- this year's digital Pet Rock.” As evidence of this fact, that article also noted the “divide between a handful of A-list blogs and countless B-list and C-list blogs that can't get much traffic no matter how hard their creators work.”
My blog probably rates about a P or Q list rating; I get several hundred visits a week. Not many people comment, which is OK, because as you can see I don’t really have time to write much in the way of responses, a fact about which I often feel guilty but which is unlikely to change anytime soon.
The real question is whether I have time to blog at all.
I have been thinking lately about the truth that every choice is a renunciation. My life is such that to be able to spend time in the virtual world requires some level of real world sacrifice. Is that really worth it to me?
The fundamental question is why should anyone read my blog. I’m not sure I’ve quite figured that out yet.
Perhaps even more to the point, can reading, and maybe even writing, blogs be a substitute for really living one’s life? My guess is it probably can. Lately I’ve begun disconnecting more and more as a way of guarding against that happening to me. Frankly, it feels pretty good, like I’ve stumbled back on something I once knew and had somehow forgot.
Make no mistake—I’ve enjoyed blogging. And I’m grateful for the acquaintances I’ve made with some truly interesting people across the world that would not have been possible otherwise. I’m grateful for the connection it provides with family and friends, and hope they enjoy it.
But as to where I go from here…well, I’m really not sure. I do still have a couple questions to answer, though, don’t I?!