On Monday, Sheryl shared a beautiful post about how Starbucks helped her through a time of unimaginable grief. I commented that blogging was my “Starbucks” in that scenario, and wanted to share my thoughts.
I am a pretty private person (said the blogger). I’m not one to take my problems to social media. Or to anyone. I deal with things (however badly) and move forward. This can be good and bad, I suppose.
I had a few garbage years in a row: the relationship with my best girlfriend of nearly 10 years fell apart. A few weeks after, I lost my beloved grandfather. In the midst of that grief, I finally got a new job. A year into that job, I made the tough decision to leave my wonderful coworkers and friends to take a chance on a new opportunity. There was a huge adjustment period and I felt I was in over my head. I thought I’d made the wrong decision. The friend who’d convinced me to take the leap was fired. And things in my personal life were, to put it mildly, very tough. Everything in life was up in the air. I was diagnosed with TMJ after months of clenching my teeth night and day. I just kind of retreated within myself.
And then I decided to start blogging. I’d started a space in 2011 and published a handful of posts. Nothing for 2012 or 2013. My first post for this blog was January 3, 2014. I wasn’t consistent. I knew nothing about link-ups or sponsorships. I didn’t research blog tips. I just started writing. I wrote about makeup. And bourbon. It was a distraction. I didn’t talk about what I was going through: I simply wrote. It became a joy for me. Bad day? Take it to the blog.
And I think that’s why I’ve been adamant about keeping this a hobby. I don’t want to cheapen this space. It never occurred to me that I would make money from my blog, and now that’s all you hear: people starting a blog for the sole purpose of making “loads” of cash. That is NOT my reality: I started blogging because I was having a shitty time.
I needed an outlet to pull myself out of the dark hole I was in. I didn’t care about numbers or social media and it took months for me to interact with anyone, but, it was there. Creating posts, taking pictures, and playing with makeup were the perfect distractions. It was therapeutic. I started throwing myself into writing and creating images because it helped me to refocus my attention. Instead of worrying about things, I found my voice. And whether it’s relatable or not, I’m so grateful for it. The truth is, blogging was a bright spot during a time of uncertainty, anxiety, and sadness. So thank you for reading every day. Thank you for commenting, sharing, and reading my posts. Thank you for sticking around as I whine about politics, blogging, UK basketball, and, well, wine. I’ve made friends that I’d never have met otherwise… and that is priceless. Meeting so many intelligent, talented, like-minded women has been one of the most overwhelming and wonderful experiences of my life.
I’d love to know: why did you start blogging? Or why did you start reading certain blogs?