I miss blogging.
I miss blogging. It’s been a couple months since I’ve last posted in here. I’m not really sure why – maybe it’s because I’m still settling into my new home, or maybe it’s because I’m afraid no one reads blogs anymore. I’m not sure. I wrote so much in December and January and it makes me sad that I stopped writing after I moved back east in February.
Do people still read blogs, or more precisely, do people still read blogs like mine? I write about my crafty endeavors and about my life – I don’t write to drum up business or to make money. I write because it’s what I’ve done online for the past 15+ years – to connect with likeminded people. I write to communicate, to talk with others. I’ve met so many people through writing online and I keep on hoping I can meet people through words. I’m not even the best writer in the world, really, but I hope that my fumbling comes across as authentic, at least.
I miss blogging. I miss it so much. It feels like a part of me is missing when I don’t write. I feel more like myself when I type words on a screen, when I put pen to paper. I do enjoy pictures and I do enjoy social media, but I don’t feel the same way when I post an image on Instagram or when I tweet. I miss everyone I know writing in a blog, back in the days before social media and Ravelry.
Honestly, I need to get over myself. I still write mainly for me and I consider this blog a way for me to document what I make. I like that I have 15 years of archives to look back upon with fondness and nostalgia. (Related: 15 YEARS? How in the world did that happen?) It’s never mattered to me if people read my blog or not. I like reading my posts, and isn’t that the most important part? Sure, it’s nice if other people identify with what I say, but at the end of the day, I write for me.
I miss blogging, so I plan on blogging more again. If it’s that important to me, I can invest the time. I can.