Yoo-hoo! Anyone there? I’m still here, alive and kicking in Amsterdam!
After a bit of an unplanned blogging hiatus, I’ve resolved to pick up blogging and would like to mark my return with a few recent musings. Just let me get this out of my system, and I promise I’ll give you the good stuff really soon.
… on falling out of love with blogging. I haven’t been blogging as frequently—and it seems like I’m not the only one. Bloggers you thought would be blogging forever (and making a good living out of it) have burned out and quit, Instagram has become a much more appealing (and sometimes more gratifying) alternative, and sometimes I even wonder if people still read blogs.
Worldwide trends fade into background noise when I try to figure out why I’m not as motivated to blog as I used to be. So, what is it?
… on chasing numbers and competing for traffic. For me, the race for hits that blogging has become is simply not inspiring. It’s easy to get caught up in it, but I’ve realized it’s just not for me. Blogging for me has always been about chronicling all the wonderful and interesting things that can happen in one person’s life (mine).
But, according to conventional blogging wisdom, I would have to turn the events of my life into 8 Useful Tidbits of Information You Really Can’t Live Without! or You Won’t Believe What Happened To Me! #6 is Just Mindblowing! to get those all-important numbers.
Maybe I’ve just never been good at math, but I just can’t fall in love with numbers. I can fall in love with people and places, characters and conversations. I would rather tell stories rather than chase hits. This isn’t a viral hit or evergreen content: this is my life.
Does that kind of thinking have a place in the blogosphere? You tell me.
… on aging. I turned 34 years old this Monday. (Brief interlude for waving pompoms and clinking glasses). I had a long conversation with Marlon about aging, and one of my thoughts was that I don’t feel I have to write about everything anymore. That I treasure some things more when I keep them private. That I don’t need to pimp my super-cute daughter to attract attention, or be snarky/court controversy about motherhood in the pursuit of those all-important hits.
This is a departure from the enthusiastic oversharer that I was not too long ago. Signs of growing up… or am I just growing old?
… on telling stories. Becoming a contributor to the young Asian expat blog Out & Abroad and Filipino body positive web magazine Plump really made me realize that I want to go beyond chronicling events, to blogging about what’s really on my mind right now. To write more thoughtful pieces—essays?—instead of just recapping things that I’ve done. I feel like I have so many stories inside me. Where else can I tell them if not here?
I want to go back to storytelling, pure and simple. But do people still want stories? Or would we all just rather scroll quickly through curated, carefully filtered grids? Don’t get me wrong, okay, I can’t be anti-Instagram when I’m, like, the biggest Instagram addict ever.
Maybe I’ll just have to find that delicate balance between listicles and life, essays and eye candy. And maybe I’ll just have to find readers who are still interested in stories. In this social media-crazed world they may be as elusive as unicorns, but I believe they’re out there somewhere.
Tell me, are you one of them?