I get asked…a lot…why I blog (because apparently, I talk constantly about it).
Wait, let me rephrase. I get asked a lot “so what’s the big deal about being a blogger anyway?” To which I reply (after the mock *gasp in shock* and *chest grab). What?! How can you NOT love blogging? Do you live under a rock or something?
Right about the time the look of uneasy fear enters their eyes, I remember that, in my community of 20,000, there’s like FOUR of us that blog. OK, I exaggerate. There’s at least TEN.
After 6 years of blogging, I still love answering this question. So pour yourself a cup-o-coffee and pull up a chair. What the heck. Turn off your cell and break out the fuzzy slippers. If we are going to delve into this, might as well be comfy.
The Why: After decades of people telling me to be polite, be cautious, be politically correct, be nice, say the right thing…blogging has been like taking the muzzle off and just being ME.
I am Raw. I am Real. And I like it that way. Warts and all, no excuses, no apologies, and an occasional poop story. Don’t like it? Well, that’s what Back Buttons are for.
I love the freedom. I can capitalize what I want, say “screw it” to proper punctuation, and still have a good story. There’s no Editor rejecting my story because “I don’t like your angle” or “it doesn’t match our vision.” I can write what I want, when I want. Me no likes to be told what to do.
Has blogging has changed my life? Oh my goodness…. HECK YES. I finally feel like I belong. I fit. I have a place (on my terms-Control Freak-I-am) to write, share, and tell my crazy stories. I love to entertain people. I love to make them laugh. Blogging enabled me to do that beyond the boundaries of my friends, family, co-workers, and community. It has helped me find my voice. My rhythm.. It has helped me define the path I want to take for the second half of my life. It has supplied me with a skill and a credibility that not many in my community have.
My Tribe! I love my Tribe. The fact I even have a “A Tribe” is mind-blowing. This misfit, misunderstood, quirky and ambitious person (me) now has a world full of new people that “get me.” Now I know I.Am.Not.Alone. Dang that’s a great feeling.
Blogging is my Treehouse. It goes back to the “misunderstood” part of the above paragraph. Franticmommy; Queen of The Kingdom of Tired is a place I can go and just let it all hang out.
In my “day life” I need to always measure what I say, proceed with caution, and diplomacy rules. My Blog Treehouse gives me a place to laugh at myself, be crass, mouthy, snarjy, and even tell a good poop story. I can be “raw and real” without repercussions of my daily life (hopefully). Alter-ego? Maybe. A really kick-ass alter ego 🙂
Is my blog sometimes like a needy child? YEP. But I have learned ways around that. I would love someday for my kids to blog because it is such an awesome way to find their voice and grow their world.