As bloggers, we all have a blogging story to tell. And while each story is unique, it’s often a familiar one.
With that in mind, I figured it was time to share my story. So please bear with me.😊
A False Start
I started blogging in August of 2015. It was right after a five week road trip with my other half. I was exhausted and needed some type of creative outlet.
Before then, I dabbled in the creation of some pretty awful YouTube videos. Each video included copyright free images, music and my unedited words.
Although the videos truly were awful, I did enjoy the process. But they were time consuming, leaving little time for actual writing.
I ended up taking them all down. Surprisingly, no one noticed.🤔Thus marked the end of my short stint as a “Youtuber”.
It was time to move on and try something different. I had this vague notion about starting a blog. I wasn’t even sure what that entailed, but I went online and looked up the best blogging hosts.
WordPress was one of the suggested hosts, so on I went to sign up and get started. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. But after some fiddling around, I had what appeared to be a reasonable blog page.
Since then, I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve changed my theme and layout – the latest makeover being around three weeks ago.
Within a couple days of signing up, I started writing. Again, I had no idea what I was doing. The hours spent creating the aforementioned videos weren’t much preparation for sharing my thoughts on a blogging platform, but I managed to write my very first post. And I wrote a few more. Man, was it fun!
My posts weren’t getting any views outside my family, but I didn’t care. I was feeling rather pleased with myself. Despite those early posts being too long and written as though I were still in school.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that I wanted my writing to more closely reflect the real me.
Although I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, I knew that I was no where near where I wanted to be.
For the Love of Poetry
It wasn’t until I wrote my first poem that I began to find my voice. I also found my true love as a writer (wanna be). Yup, you guessed it. Poetry.
My blog then became centered around my poems. I wrote nothing else. For me, poetry became the only form of expression that mattered.
Readership had also begun to grow. Slowly – ever so slowly. If there had been a finish line, a snail would’ve gotten there first.
As it turns out, poetry isn’t very popular among readers. The average person simply isn’t going online in search of poetry. And the average poet will never know fame or fortune. Let alone a bloody amateur like me.
A fact that I had to accept or move on. I decided to stick with it. For the first time, I was happy with my writing. I had finally found the right fit.
As I approach my second year blogging anniversary, I felt the need for a new challenge. It was time to step back outside my comfort zone.
I decided to start a second blog. Once again, I had no idea what I was doing. And as usual, I dove right in.
After a huge learning curve, my brand new blog was born. Of course, then I had to decide whether to maintain both blogs or marry the two.
After some thought, I decided to use my new blog to host my poems and experiment with other forms of writing. I’m still figuring that one out.
I would use my first blog to try some honest to goodness blogging. Its original intent. But something I haven’t actually done much of. Time to find out if I can.
For now, blogging still feels new to me. And I lead such an ordinary life. So my greatest fear as a blogger is that I won’t have anything to share outside my poems. I’m not about to let that stop me. I’ve always enjoyed learning as I go.
I’m not sure where I’m headed, but it doesn’t matter. I’m happy just enjoying the open road. I plan to take my time and enjoy the scenery along the way. I’ll get there when I get there. Wherever that is.
Until next time, remember to always be kind to yourself.
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