Trying to be clever is exhausting
I keep reading advice about how to build your blog readership, how to build relationships with brands, how to make your blog easier for search engines to find - you know, that kind of thing. And, while I know that I should pay more attention, I just can't get excited about it.
So imagine my joy when I was reading about a blogger collective organization I was considering joining and finding that they want "positive people" - seriously? Would you trust someone who was supposedly writing about their real life and was uniformly positive? But then I started second guessing myself and wondering if I should try to be more positive in my public life? What if I'm turning off potential readers with my Debbie Downer, depression-fueled whining and self absorption?
And then I remembered why I started writing here, why I still love to come here.
Honesty. And a safe place for introspection.
And that means that if I'm having a tough day, I might write about that here. Or on a day when I'm frustrated that more than one slice of a mini pizza at a time is a thing of the past for me? You will probably hear about it if you drop by to read, as I haven't yet mastered the feat of substituting kale chips and the like for my favorite - and now forbidden - foods.
No, I'm not uniformly positive and I'm probably too old to change that now, so take me as I am. Or not.
Now that I think about it, I'm too old and too unrepentantly fat for that group anyway. Eh...their loss.
These are OUR spaces. They serve to help us help ourselves, to help kindred spirits know they're not alone, and to give others an opportunity to provide a friendly word. And the folks who don't fit into one of those groups can find plenty of other blogs to read.
I haven't noticed you being dreary, but if that's how you feel on any given day, roll with it. It's the best way I know to work yourself out of the mood.