Stacey is a 30-something mom of two, married to her high school sweetheart. She blogs at Chasing Cloud 9 about life as it happens, and usually she’s running just to keep up with that life!
I started keeping a blog way back in August 2001.
My son was a baby then, only about 6 months old at the time. In less than a week, he will be 13 years old. That’s a long time.
The blog world has changed dramatically since I started my first blog all those years ago. Now there are niche blogs, review blogs, giveaway blogs, techy blogs, mommy blogs…you name it, there’s probably a blog for it somewhere! There’s tons of articles out there telling you how to use SEO to your advantage, how to monetize your blog, how to optimize your blog for various forms of social media. It’s really quite dizzying.
I still don’t have the hang of using Facebook for my blog. I forget that I have a Google+ page most of the time. I love Twitter, but I often forget to promote my blog with it. I love Instagram too, but I prefer to keep that non blog related. And Pinterest? I just can’t. Is it because I’m old school? Or is it because I wonder if all of that is just getting further and further away from my original intent?
I originally used my blog as more of an online journal, as I learned how to be a mother. I don’t remember the term “Mommy Blogger” being used much then, really, but I suppose that’s what I was/am. It didn’t matter to me if anyone else read it; it was more for me, to have an outlet for my thoughts. Eventually, I had built up a list of my favorite blogs to visit…many of those blogs aren’t even around anymore! Along with that, I had managed to form a handful of friendships with the writers of some of the writers of those favorite blogs of mine.
Even now, I still tend to use this blog as an online journal. I’m simply a tiny bit less personal with it than I used to be. Of course, I didn’t name my children Monkey and Diva. Those are my favorite nicknames for them, however. No, my husband’s name isn’t really JB, but those are his initials. I don’t share every minute detail of our lives these days. I don’t complain about family members (much). I don’t hit up my blog every time I get mad about something that happened at work. How utterly boring would all of that be? I learned my lesson about oversharing years ago!
To be perfectly honest, there are very few people in real life who know I have a blog, even after all these years. It’s interesting to think that I worry about people who actually know me reading my written words, my true thoughts…yet, I’m okay with people I’ve never met before reading about my life. Perhaps that’s just the introvert in me rearing her shy head again!
Sometimes, I’m still amazed that anyone finds me interesting enough to read my blog. Every comment still makes me smile; every time someone says, “Me too!” when I share something I thought I was alone in feeling, I feel validated. When I need support, or I need to vent, there’s always someone there to give me insightful words and comfort.
I may not be doing it “right”, but it’s enough for me.