I don’t know why, but every once in a while I get caught up. I get caught up in the silly little game I call The Blog Race. And even as I type this I know how ridiculous it is and that I choose to be a part of it, but still, it happens. It gets especially worse when I invest an exceptional amount of time into this little blog and I start to care a little too much, mostly about all of the other parts that aren’t actually blogging- the excess as I like to call it. It’s not necessarily bad, it’s simply what it is; excess.
The reason why I started to blog nearly five years ago hasn’t changed, but the pressure I put upon myself has. The pressure to come up with new content on a daily basis, to take photos that aren’t blurry, to keep up with all of the blogging trends that I’m usually one year late to anyway. And the pressure to keep growing traffic… It’s funny for me to think about the fact I blogged for almost three years without checking my stats or traffic once. If you’re a blogger you’re probably calling bullshit right now. But it’s true. I simply didn’t care. And I didn’t take the time to figure out how to do it because the background stuff has never been my forte...
But then one day I decided to start caring a little more and start trying a little harder. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was the day I entered the Blog Race. And a lot of really cool things have come from this and I don’t regret it for one second. But then there’s been a lot of side stuff that comes from it, as well. The stuff that I get too wrapped up in caring about when I know damn well I shouldn’t.
It started out simple enough when I learned how to check how many people were viewing my blog per day. Hey that’s cool I thought, maybe I’ll check again next week. And then I decided to get on Twitter to promote a few posts. And then I got a few followers and thought that was pretty neat, as well. Then came a Facebook page, even though I thought it was silly as I was creating it every “big blogger” was telling me I should so I figured why not. They seemed to know what they were talking about and who was I to question it? And then Instagram happened. And Bloglovin. And Google+ (which I still don’t get obviously.)
But joining Twitter and Instagram and all of that stuff was just the beginning of it all, the real Blog Race came afterward. It’s the followers and the likes and the comments. How many you have and how many you don’t have… And the RTs and the hashtags and all of that stuff that you know shouldn’t make a difference because it’s so ridiculous in the big scheme of things, and yet it sometimes does.
It’s all just so … exhausting.
Again, I realize I participate in this stuff by choice. And I obviously enjoy it because that’s why I do it, but that’s not so say it isn’t all just a little much every once in awhile. If you’re reading this and you’re not a blogger you’re probably thinking I’m crazy for even being bothered by any of this. And you’re right, all of us bloggers are a little nutty. But that’s never been up for question.
What I try to remember is that for me, the core of blogging has always been about the writing. Writing is my passion, so I guess it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I sometimes care a little too much. And some of that passion tends to leak into the other facets of blogging whether I like it or not. It’s just what happens. So I guess I’m okay admitting I’m in the Blog Race, but what I’m not okay with is when it completely consumes me like is occasionally does.
Now with all of that being said (and probably not make any sense to anyone but me) it’s been nice to get away this week and have a little distraction from blogging.
Have a good weekend! Remember we’re only seven days away March. I’m starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel…