Some say that blogging is an “ego trip.” I tend to agree. It makes you feel wonderful to pour out your thoughts and feelings and have people affected positively by what you write. And it’s even better when they let you know they like it. If I didn't get feedback, I probably would have stopped blogging a long time ago.
But in the past week, two family members informed me that they thought my blog must be more important than keeping in touch with them because I rarely e-mail them, as I once did.
What was I thinking? I assumed they’d read my blogs. Everyone can see I bare my soul in these late-night writings. But it turns out, they don’t read my blogs. Why? They don’t have the time. I suppose their time is too valuable to read a blog, but not to read e-mail. (?)
The way I see it, I can put everything that goes on in my life in a blog and keep my family informed at the same time. Besides, that’s what I do. Write. And I enjoy it.
However, after thinking it over, I decided to give up my blog. After all, pleasing the people I love is also what I do. My conscience would never let me just “be me,” if the important people in my life were unhappy about it. I always try to please them, even if it means putting my wishes on the back burner. No! I’m not being a martyr; that’s truly the way it is. Always has been.
But when I informed my husband that I’d made the decision to give up my blog, he said, “Don’t do it!”
When I asked, “Why?” He said, “People enjoy reading what you write. That’s evidenced by the number of ‘hits’ you’ve had and the number of favorable comments you get, and besides, it’s something you love doing!”
I’m torn. I have a big decision to make. But, in the famous words of Scarlett O’Hara, “I can’t think about that tonight. I’m just too tired!
I’ll think about it tomorrow.”