Writing is such an interesting craft. It can be formulaic or free. We can write for the masses or for an audience of one.
I began blogging barely able to eek out a sentence. I had words swirling around, but I also had so many inner walls that I could hardly press the publish button without a mini heart attack.
So reaching 50 posts is a bit of an accomplishment for me. 🙂
Because I promise you, blogging is not as easy as it looks. Well, maybe it is for those insanely talented others. But not for me.
Yes, growing up in school, we learn how to write the “right” way. We learn there is a process and some conventions to adhere to, but writing well enough so that people will listen is hard.
I feel like I am just starting out. In fact, now that I’ve started blogging, I’m having to unlearn things in order to write more freely, honestly and with this curious thing called “my own voice.” As with most of us who blog, there’s not much to hide behind – no editor to scan our work or publisher to market us just right. We simply put ourselves out there, for better or worse.
So for me, just because a thought bubbles in my mind is not permission to spew it out everywhere. Unlike my days of scribbling whatever I wanted all over pages intended for no one (there’s a place for this!), I find that writing for others, such as with blogging, is a different story – literally.
Because blogging is communicating in a very raw form. This means the reader is just as important as the writer, if not more.
Every time we communicate through a post, we make an impact, even if it’s small. Even if it’s just to a mere 10 subscribers or as much as 10,000 – less or more numbers do not mean less or more weight, necessarily. To make an impression on even one person is impact.
It’s a chance to leave an imprint.
And although I started off blogging feeling self-conscious, I have discovered, this whole thing has not really been about me.
This is a refreshing and scary discovery.
Personal blogging has become this unexpected challenge to be vulnerable and transparent. At times you will make yourself feel uncomfortable … and others, too. At times you will have to write about something that you’re not sure anyone wants to read. And no matter how carefully you arrange your words, someone out there will not agree with you.
At times you will wonder if you should be blogging at all.
But 50 posts later, it has been a worthwhile journey.
Blogging pushes me to live more bravely with my eyes open. Best of all, it has given me a sense of community.
So yes, there are many ways to write empirically well. There are some conventions we have to work with, too.
But bloggers have this amazing freedom to communicate.
And as we move from bloggers to communicators, the formulas are less exact. The goal becomes less about an approving nod, but more about what convicts and moves us, whether to tears or laughter. It becomes less about perfection, and more about expressing ourselves uniquely and yet still being communicative, all within some conventional clarity.
I am seeing that every post, quickly written or laboriously crafted, has the potential to be a gift – a piece of beauty, frailty, humor, hope or whatever else lays on our heart that day. It has the potential to connect us and make the world a little smaller.
Because at its heart, personal blogging is not so personal. It’s more about others than ourselves.
And maybe this is true for all the words we say?