What’s your blog about?
Lately I’ve been in a bit of a blogging funk because I feel like my blog isn’t about anything. It isn’t a blog with a cause to promote. It isn’t a blog that focuses on cooking or politics or interesting news tidbits from around the world. It isn’t about entertainment, or books, or technology, or activities around Ottawa.
It’s not about losing weight, getting fit, travelling around the world, depression, widowhood, or any other kind of journey of self-discovery. It’s not about getting married or having babies or starting a new job. It isn’t about any life changes at all, really — it’s all about maintaining the status quo around here.
I wouldn’t even really say it’s about parenting, as a skill, nor is it really about my kids and family, as there are too many taboo topics to really get a clear picture of our home life.
If I’m not careful, this is going to turn into a blog about Dance Show exclusively. Maybe I should consider a name change to So You Think You Can Blog.
My twelfth grade history teacher was a very nice man named Mr. Shultz. Or not. It doesn’t sound quite right. Anyway, we spent half the year doing a major unit on the Second World War, and Mr. NotShultz made it clear every week that our goal was to find an answer to the question, “What was the nature of the war?” None of us ever understood what the heck he wanted. Did he mean, what was it like to be a soldier? Yes, but more than that. Did he mean, what were the major strategies, and what were the lasting effects on world politics? Yes, but more than that.
I still don’t know what the nature of WWII was.
But I think what I’m after these days is figuring out what the nature is of this blog.
I feel like I’ve found my voice, I have a platform. Now, what is it I want to say? What do I want to contribute to the global opinion? I’m stepping up to the mike with nothing in the bag except idle chit chat. No one cares what I had for lunch.
It’s not that I’m considering giving up blogging or deleting all my old posts or anything remotely drastic. It’s just that lately I’ve self-censored several entries, not posting them because they seemed so frivolous and silly. And that’s coming from a girl who actually does post about Dance Show at least once a week. Sometimes twice.
I feel like I should actually say something. At least some of the time. I feel like my blog should be about something.
Recently I read similar sentiments over at A Common Grey Spider and Please Pick Up Your Socks. Both times I assured them that their blogs were interesting to me, that I’d be back to read them even if they wrote about what they had for lunch. “Your blog is you,” I said. That’s what it’s about.
My blog is me. That should be enough.
I guess I’m feeling melancholy with the bitter cold weather outside.
But just who am I, anyway?