I rarely remember my dreams, but today I actually remembered it.
I dreamed that I ran a downhill 5-miler. The race was not a local race, so I needed to stay in a hotel. For some reason, it was necessary to spend two nights at a hotel. Something happened during the race so the hotel had to fit about five runners to a room so that everyone could have a place to spend the night. I was sharing a room 20-something whippersnappers and we were all busy posting our race recaps onto our blogs. Then of course, people were sharing their blogs and commenting. I finished my race report and just posted it when one of the girls I was sharing the room with asked to look at my blog. I let her look at it from my laptop. After she looked at it for a few minutes, she turned toward me and ever so saccharinely said (you know the tone of voice, the fake “I’m trying to be helpful”), “Do you mind if I gave you a few pointers?” and then gleefully pointed out all the things I did wrong as a blogger.
I listened to her for a bit and then testily answered, “I don’t care. I do this for fun. It’s not my job. It’s fine that my photos aren’t perfect. I like being a crappy blogger.” I snatched my laptop and then I woke up.
This got me thinking about blogging in general. When I started this blog back in 2012, I actually did care more about the metrics of blogging. I actively grew the number of followers and number of views. As much as blogging is mostly for myself, I discovered that yammering to an audience was more fun than yammering to an empty chasm. But last year I stopped actively trying to grow my blog. I felt pretty happy with what I had achieved. I had a nice group of bloggers who regularly commented on my blog and I on theirs, so it felt like I was getting to know them and have a conversation going. It was a little community where we cheered for each other’s successes and empathized with the disappointments.
There are things that I could do to have my blog get bigger and better known (e.g., take better photos, post on a regular schedule, post in the mornings, etc), but I just don’t care enough to do that. I have my friends, my community, and I get to partake in awesome experiences because of what I am willing to do for this blogging/running hobby of mine. I love discovering new bloggers to read and having people discover me, but I care more that people like my blog for the content (not that photos can’t be content because I follow a number of photography blogs and a well-composed photo can capture something words can’t), rather than because I jump through the hoops of simply having my blog be visible.
I write when I have something I want written down for one reason or another – to share information, to record a fleeting moment, to track training, to ponder over thoughts, or to vent feelings of frustration. I don’t want to have something simply for the sake of “posting” because I have to ensure I capture the eyeball quota for the day. I could learn to take better photos and learn Photoshop so I can artistically adjust the photos to capture the “perfect image,” but studies have found that photography gets in the way of living in the moment. I want to live in the riches of memory and not in the riches of photos. So if my photos are less than photographic, that’s okay because I have my memories as back up.
How do you suck as a blogger?