I’ve been writing this blog for almost two years and I’ve published over 500 posts. When I first started, I didn’t have much of a plan as to what I would say, and what kind of audience I was looking for. (Some may say I still don’t have a plan!)
My WHY for writing this blog? WHY NOT? I decided at the beginning I’d try to write something every day. I’d feel as if I’d accomplished something once I wrote 300 or 400 words. Over these many months, I’ve heard from friends and strangers alike, mostly with comments or additions about what I wrote. When I hosted a small contest or asked for a survey response, I might as well have been writing for an audience of crickets.
That’s fine. I started writing about what interested me, and I had gotten into a nearly daily habit of writing something and/or being observant about my next topic. When I first started The Sixty Blog, I was turning the big 6-0 and needed to get things off my chest. At the next birthday, I changed the name to Sixty-What because it almost sounded like Sixty-One. Wait till you see what’s in store for 6-2!
I’m never sure who reads these blog posts. At one time, I’d hoped for lots of readers. I have software loaded which tells me how many “official” views I receive every day, and I can also tell how many other people in other countries have viewed my site. It’s above my pay grade to figure out how someone in India or Ireland finds me! I do have several friends who signed up to receive an email each time I post something new. They’re able to read the post in their mailbox, so it doesn’t count as an “official” view. I estimate that an additional—hold on to your hats—five people read my blog every day. I am indeed very lucky.
Another software program attached to my blog posts allows me to republish my posts every few weeks for a year on Facebook and Twitter. I get several comments and likes through those recycled posts, so I know that there is still some interest in my brilliant writings.
There’s a BUT. I’m having a little trouble thinking of things to write about. Fun, frivolous, nonsensical.
For instance, this might be the subject of an upcoming post: People want to know: Should you be worried if your snot smells like vinegar?
I know, right! I’d want to read that right away. But other than this topic, nothing much is coming to mind right now. A friend tells me that “writing every day and so quickly as you do takes a lot of dedication.” I’m dedicated, yes. Yet I sometimes ask myself WHY or TO WHOM? Does it matter?
You see, I have a serious medical issue going on. I’ve been dealing with it, and I just want it to be over. It’s finally going to be fixed in a few short weeks, and maybe I’ll write about it and maybe I won’t.
A friend of mine writes a bi-monthly blog under the name EVEN BETTER TODAY. It’s brilliant. She mainly writes about physical and emotional things she’s going through. The lessons she’s learning about herself, how to apply different health options that work for her, and she’s not telling anyone what to do. She talks about what works for her, and even talks about her shortcomings. Her last post can be read here: Get Out Of Your Loops.
My friend and I have one major thing in common, other than writing a blog (we’re also brilliant, we work as legal assistants, and we may both need to lose a few pounds). She and I both have a tremendous support system. Family members, close friends, mentors, allies, and maybe even a good team of doctors.
Donna Ashworth: Your health is obviously important but stress, fear and worry are far more damaging than any delicious food or drink you may deny yourself. Happiness and peace are the best medicine.
I envy my friend. She’s been open and honest about her specific issues. I have not. I struggle with whether I want my acquaintances to know what’s happening. Or do I keep it between myself and my support team? Is it important to me that someone I’ve known for 40 years learns about my situation on Facebook? Does my reader in India care? Will I feel better if I share everything?
Any feedback from my friends and acquaintances is appreciated.