Posted by Dwight-and-Aileen on Jul 28, '06 4:45 PM for Dwight-and-Aileen's network
just when I was thinking in myprevious entry on how (if ever I decide to pack my things up and leave blogging for good) to say goodbye, my favorite blogger, aileen, is leaving her site and moving on. she's saying goodbye to her site of a year and ten months. the site which opened up wonderful friendships and a sisterhood, has apparently brought her disappointment and discomfort.
then there's my favorite mommy , who opened up a new site to a select few ... avoiding misinterpretations that goes with speaking one's mind.
some just fell silent all of a sudden ... like jane, zar & chin ... and one (that i frequent) opted not to announce her posts ... like lynette (and i guess that includes me too).
i've toyed with the idea for a very long time, but haven't really acted upon it. blogging (or multiplying for that matter) for me has been an easy way to share photos with our family and friends to keep them updated with the going-ons in our life. as for my blogs, my scribblings, well, they're for me. they're things i'm comfortable talking about, things i'm willing to share ... to those who stumble upon my site and linger a bit longer.
but in the end, i write for myself. it's my outlet, my refuge, my voice .... they're the words left unspoken ... the thoughts and deeds not acted upon .... the hopes and dreams left unfulfilled. they're my fears not overcome ... worries left unresolved ... sadness left uneased. they're the simple joys i've kept to myself ... my little triumphs ... minor successes ... short-lived happiness ... insignificant pleasures my silly yet grateful heart would forever give thanks.
it's me ... my blog ... my life.
while the nature of blogging is such that one could express freely oneself, it is also an emotional exploration done publicly. with an audience. but like any other creative outlet, that audience may or may not like it at all.
and i think that's a sad thing. for me. like there's an unseen pressure to please the audience. when we've strung up some words together and babble for a while ... to satisfy our readers, we're doing just that ... satisfying them --- except that it doesn't satisfy US.
i wanna write because i want to write ... about what "I" need to write about and what "I" like to write about. putting ourselves on a self-imposed gag order --- to save other people's feelings -- doesn't feel good at all.
should i then, with all these happening around me, continue to blog?
right now, i don't know the answer to that question. other than i will probably continue ... at least for now. one day the reasons not to may outweigh the reasons to. one day that will happen. one day.
just that, that "one day" isn't now.
Photo: Raindrops outside the window one rainy day in Pine Ridge, South Dakota.
then there's my favorite mommy , who opened up a new site to a select few ... avoiding misinterpretations that goes with speaking one's mind.
some just fell silent all of a sudden ... like jane, zar & chin ... and one (that i frequent) opted not to announce her posts ... like lynette (and i guess that includes me too).
i've toyed with the idea for a very long time, but haven't really acted upon it. blogging (or multiplying for that matter) for me has been an easy way to share photos with our family and friends to keep them updated with the going-ons in our life. as for my blogs, my scribblings, well, they're for me. they're things i'm comfortable talking about, things i'm willing to share ... to those who stumble upon my site and linger a bit longer.
but in the end, i write for myself. it's my outlet, my refuge, my voice .... they're the words left unspoken ... the thoughts and deeds not acted upon .... the hopes and dreams left unfulfilled. they're my fears not overcome ... worries left unresolved ... sadness left uneased. they're the simple joys i've kept to myself ... my little triumphs ... minor successes ... short-lived happiness ... insignificant pleasures my silly yet grateful heart would forever give thanks.
it's me ... my blog ... my life.
while the nature of blogging is such that one could express freely oneself, it is also an emotional exploration done publicly. with an audience. but like any other creative outlet, that audience may or may not like it at all.
and i think that's a sad thing. for me. like there's an unseen pressure to please the audience. when we've strung up some words together and babble for a while ... to satisfy our readers, we're doing just that ... satisfying them --- except that it doesn't satisfy US.
i wanna write because i want to write ... about what "I" need to write about and what "I" like to write about. putting ourselves on a self-imposed gag order --- to save other people's feelings -- doesn't feel good at all.
should i then, with all these happening around me, continue to blog?
right now, i don't know the answer to that question. other than i will probably continue ... at least for now. one day the reasons not to may outweigh the reasons to. one day that will happen. one day.
just that, that "one day" isn't now.
Photo: Raindrops outside the window one rainy day in Pine Ridge, South Dakota.
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theresehabana wrote on Jul 31, '06
please do...
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keithandantonette wrote on Aug 4, '06
yen, though i don't know you that much. I only come to know you through lynette and therese but i like reading your journal. please do continue to scribble your thoughts and your feelings. :-)
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