I’ve been dabbling in blogging for over 5 years now; during this time I’ve seen bloggers come and go, trends change and the direction of blogging alter dramatically.
Lately I’ve felt bombarded by well meaning posts such as Why no reads reads your blog, Why you weren’t nominated, What you’re doing wrong and so on.
I realise much of what I take from such posts is my interpretation of them, and that is all down to me.
Whilst I recognise such posts are well meaning and only intend to educate and help bloggers grow and develop in an ever increasing pool of bloggers I sometimes feel like they're another reminder of my failings when it comes to blogging.
These posts make me compare my little corner of the web to others. I start to doubt my words, dislike once beloved photos and question my place amongst a sea of bloggers who have more time, money and expertise to perfect their own corners.
I forget the emails I’ve received from parents thanking me for sharing the harrowing journey we had with Ethan and his birthmark.
I forget the support I've received and provided, and continue to receive from friends near and far, with coping with depression.
I forget the positive messages, which never fail to raise a smile, about my parenting skills.
I forget the encouragement I receive when I share my crafty endeavors.
I forget all the wonderful messages I’ve received and friends I’ve made through this little corner of the web.
And I need to stop forgetting.
I need to remember why I started blogging, and why I continue to blog. It’s not for rankings, nominations or sponsors. It’s because of the difference I’ve made to people, myself included, via my ramblings.
I may not have the most professional blog, my spelling and grammar often leave a lot to be desired, I can’t be bothered waiting for sunny days to take photos, I swear a bit and really do seem to ignore all the advice on making my blog more appealing, but…it’s my blog, and I’m damn proud of what I’ve achieved.
Next time I start to doubt myself, I shall remember the following...