My daughter has a Tumblr account. She updates it more or less daily.
Now, before you jump to the obvious conclusion, such as, “Of course she has time to do this. Teenagers live on the Internet,” I should mention that she’s a high-achieving Junior who works part-time and still manages to build friendships and play with her little brother. In other words, she’s as sleep deprived as I am!
I have often marvelled at those who blog daily, be it a serious site (I try to do two posts a week at one of those) or something as frivolous as Tumblr (where 95 percent of what you see has been “reblogged”). It takes a certain amount of discipline to write each and every day. Of course, I do write each and every day, but I don’t do so at one website.
One of the issues from which I have suffered is the sense that no one really cares about what I have to say. I think Stephen King (a vastly under-appreciated genius, if you ask me…) wrote it best:
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that’s not all. The most important things he too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It’s hard and painful for you to talk about these things . . . and then people just look at you strangely. They haven’t understood what you’ve said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
I guess I fall into that misunderstood category and always have. However, that’s an excuse (good, bad or ugly). I know that the only way to reach out to others is to communicate, be it first hand or virtually. My goal, thus, is to blog daily. I will fail at this, but I will begin again. Hopefully a few of you will come along for the ride.