For quite some time now I’ve got used to the idea that blogging is not a central part of my life any more. I no longer, eat, sleep, breathe in the blogosphere, planning posts, framing moments in time, taking a camera everywhere so as to prepare my next post’s illustrations and tailoring my life’s moments to fit in with this or that linky.
I seem to have naturally fallen into a routine whereby I write just one original post a week and, along with my own “Truth about…” linky, that is all that I publish on any given week.
I don’t really have the time or the energy to do any more than that and since I am no longer in the position to take on sponsored material or think of this space as a potential business of sorts, the compulsion to keep on improving on design, functionality, audience-reach – the desire to keep learning and moving things forward; the importance of attending blog conferences in order to pick up tips for all of those things – it’s all just gone by the wayside.
I thought I was OK with it and in fact reading posts like the one Maddy of Writing Bubble wrote recently about taking a break from, and cutting back on, blogging, I actually realised that there are plenty of other people who come to the agonising realisation at some point, that the totally immersive nature of full-on blogging is not always healthy for life in general.
However, (there’s always a ‘but…’), when I saw that my lovely few months within the Tots100 Top 500 had finally come to an end this month (not only that but dropping like a stone over 200 places) it bothered me more than I thought it would.
I guess I had assumed that my presence within that fabled band of well-ranked bloggers must have been down to the length of time Fun Began has been up and running, the inevitable number of backlinks out there, etc. because let’s face it, it ain’t down to the time and work and effort I’ve been putting in lately.
I guess I also assumed that, if so, I would probably stick on in there without too much effort on my part and given the fact that I am hardly chasing down praise, awards, rankings, blogging status of any kind really, why should it even matter?
I also had a little nose round some of my old blogging haunts recently and it gave me a little pang: that I’ve lost track of the lives and projects and thoughts of certain people I used to follow; that I have essentially stopped ‘meeting’ new people and discovering new blogs that I love; that I have never got to know others who have been around just as long as me and who seem to have formed bonds with bloggers I think of as part of my own little tribe of followers and supporters – and all completely under my radar.
How does that make me feel? Left out. Left behind. Fading away, gradually, as the blogosphere expands and more and more people jump on board – plenty of whom are super ambitious from the word go.
So I guess in the end I have to ask myself this: what do I want from my blog? What is enough? Is it possible to return and re-build at some point, and if so am I content, in the meantime, to be one of the rank-less masses, blogging it out for the same reasons I had when I first began back in July 2013 – because I still love writing and always will. And I guess the answer has to be yes, bien sur, of course.