I Used To Blog

I used to blog.


Before it became all cool and du jour.

I blogged, a few years back, when it was still a fairly new territory – when bloggers weren’t celebrities and no one knew just how far and wide this amazing online world could go.

I loved it. I loved the community that it created. The positivity it spread. The happiness it filled me with.

I’m forever grateful for my early blogging days; for the opportunities they provided me with and the growth they ensured.

But then I stopped blogging.

Because I just didn’t feel it anymore. Because I grew out of it. Because life lead me elsewhere. Because it seemed everyone had a story about how blogging had led them to some sort of success, and I don’t like sharing the same stories as others.

Because people got competitive. And negative. And I hate that.

I stopped because, wherever I looked, it seemed anyone and everyone was a blogger. Anyone and everyone was a writer, almost by default, simply because they had a blog. And I don’t think they are the same thing.

I blog, because I write. I don’t write to blog.

I am a writer. For me, blogging is the default. I stopped blogging because I began to resent being called a blogger. I wrote before I blogged, for years and years, and I wrote after I blogged. I never did it to be cool. Or to launch a career.

I did it because I love to write. And I’m good at it.

I resented being called a blogger because I seriously loathed being put into group that started to increasingly include sixteen year old emos that couldn’t spell, middle aged perverts and people seeking fame. Because, as with everything in life, when something is new and unknown and you’re doing it – you’re ahead of the pack. You’ve got vision. But when everyone is doing it, it’s old. It’s regular. It’s beyond passé.

And I don’t do regular.

But I always do what I love. And, as I’ve recently discovered, blogging is something I love.

I’ve missed it. And the community it creates. And the positivity it spreads. And the happiness it fills me with.

I’m now prepared, more assured of myself than ever, to be placed into a category that includes sixteen year old emos that can’t spell, middle aged perverts and people seeking fame because I know, and I’m not afraid to say, that I am not any of them. I’m not afraid to be a blogger.

Bad grammar, spelling, perverts and fame seekers aside – we’re a good bunch of people. Dedicated, inspired and utterly talented. And that’s a collective I’m more than willing to associate myself with.

So, here I am, a little older, a lot wiser and still full of words. I feel a strange nostalgia lining the blank page of a WordPress portal, but I also feel a slight tingling coming out of my fingertips as I hit the keys of my laptop, an occasional kick from a stray butterfly in my stomach – I’m excited, about new opportunities and new growth.

I’m excited to share it all with you.

I hope you’ll join me as I journey through life, right in the thick of it.

11 thoughts on “I Used To Blog

  1. I absolutely know what you mean; it still feels weird, and I always hesitate before I introduce myself as a ‘blogger’. But that’s what I am. Pop Couture is only *just* over a year old, but before that, I’ve blogged/journalled/vented for about 5 years. And never thought possibly one day, people may be commenting, or asking for reviews, or asking for my opinion on certain things. I love it!

    Glad to have you back in blogging world, Sandi 🙂

  2. See, now, this is EXACTLY why I’m glad to be back. Because of the wonderful little community blogs create. Thank you all so much for your encouraging words. Kimberley, I think you touched on something important: not being afraid to say what you really are.

    And Jonathon, I’m not sure what comes next. I’m not chasing the new, at least intentionally anyway. We’ll have to see what the journey brings.

  3. Freaking love it! Don’t do mediocrity indeed 😉 Daaarling, your words are what set you apart – and like myself you write because you must write. Love is what drives you, and this quality will always distinguish you from others. xx

  4. Sandi your writing is incredible. I love it. I can’t wait until Onya magazine goes to print! I already follow it online 🙂
    Lots of CA ’06 love

  5. I started in 1999..I didn’t know it was a blog then or that what I was doing was blogging..

    I’m so thrilled to have met you along the way and I’m glad you have another place where I can hear your voice

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