This is my 101st post. A momentous occasion, right? I have to say, even though I’ve stuck with this ‘hobby’ for a while, sometimes I wonder why I blog.
I’m about 10 millionth on the Alexa rankings. They can’t even pull data on me, my stats are so low.
But, still I write. I get great joy out of sharing my words and hopefully providing somebody, somewhere, a laugh, a chuckle or an aha moment. Sometimes, though, when I realize that my father-in-law and 3 other people are my primary readers, I consider dropping the whole thing and writing a diary. If I did that, I could seriously put down whatever I wanted without worrying about insulting anyone.
When I look at my numbers, that’s when I think things like that. I also think about it when I feel like writing rude things that pass through my head but since I have common sense, realize would be disastrous to my ability to make and keep friends if published.
And then, I get a taste of my own medicine. And someone, out there in the internet-verse, provides me with an aha moment of my own.
I was busily writing another fun and frivolous post about Pinterest (which I’ll publish tomorrow or so) and then I received this comment on a blog I wrote last October about missing my father:
|I found your blog here–and this entry in particular–because I was feeling similarly. Two nights ago we lit a yartzeit candle for our son who we lost during childbirth one year ago. His candle lasted more that 26 hours, but now that it is out I am left with emptiness. Your poem is beautiful. The flame is a reminder, but not a substitute. We who have lost our so very dear ones continue and learn to live this life without them here. Their memories and essence are with us, but there is an emptiness that I do not know if ever can be filled.|
When I read that, I got shivers down my spine, goosebumps up and down my arms, and tears in my eyes. Reading of this woman’s pain, and that in someway, throughout the inter webs, I was able to ease it, bridge a gap, make her feel she wasn’t alone, well, that was a flashing arrow to the real reason why I blog.
Sure, I like to be silly, make people laugh, throw out a random thought or two. But truly, I feel I am a successful wordsmith when my words resonate; even if its with just one person. If I’ve impacted just one person’s life, made one person’s day better, caused one single person to laugh so hard they snort Diet Coke out of their nose, then it’s all worth it. All the writing, the editing, the searching for the right word, the best phrase, the perfect picture. All completely and totally worth it.
So, I won’t stop. Even if today, nobody reads except my friends the spammers. Because, someday, one day, one person might Google ‘Why should I blog’ and find this piece, and understand.
And, that’s why I blog.