I’m going old school. I’ve been blogging.
Wow! The blogosphere has slimmed down over the past two years. It seems like all my favorite “real life” bloggers have tapered off, in favor of instagram or quitting the internet in general. The ones who have stuck with it launched their blogs into book deals, purse designs, clothing lines, and big brand sponsorships. And I still really like reading them, like old friends. I guess I just miss the doses of reality that came with women simply writing to document their everyday world.
But it’s hard to do. I know when our world sort of crumbled in the spring, when all our plans went out the window with a surprise pregnancy and a big job change for my husband, the internet didn’t feel like the safest place to process. I love this line from a novel I just read, “Where’s the instagram for sadness?”
Some days it is hard to type out real life as a modern women without it reading as whiny, complaining, and ungrateful OR proud, self-righteous and know-it-all. The things we could say over coffee just don’t fully compute when there are likes, followers, comments, and hashtags involved. I can never get the caption quite right on an instagram post to truly say what I’m feeling (but is that even the point anymore?). Back in May, when each day felt like an emotional rollercoaster for our family, I sort of lost the love for social media. But blogging? Once I turned off my social media accounts and went analog for a few good months, I started to recall my love for the one stop shop, blogs. Back in the day….ok, maybe 6 years ago (ha!) I used to log on to my computer (no smart phone yet) once a day to check what my favorite bloggers were up to. Their blogs were like miniature Pinterest pages, packed with the writer’s personality and aesthetic. They wrote out stories about their families, work, home, womanhood and advice, with depth and context. And I had my own little corner of the internet to process life. Occasionally people would read it, and we could talk or comment back and forth. I didn’t know about metrics, email subscriptions, affiliate marketing, and brand recognition. It was naively sweet.
I wonder if instagram would be more appealing if all the numbers disappeared from the app. I also wonder if this internet generation of ours doesn’t feel a little spread thin and haggard. Maybe Facebook, twitter, pinterest, instagram, snapchat, periscope haven’t diluted everything down and left us feeling a bit raw from our own version of running the rat race.
So, I’m going vintage-internet and trying to keep most of my “content,” my heart and guts, words and favorite things in this one spot. And if it doesn’t show up here, then I’m probably saving it up for myself and my family, and to dish about with friends over a really good, real-life cappuccino. It’s freeing to simplify back down. It’s been pretty fun too. And I can still use all the smart internet-y tools I’ve learned over the past six years of blogging. No harm in that! But it feels like I’m getting back to the basics, and I love the basics. I’m ok with keeping this hobby just that – a hobby. If you want to follow along, feel free to go old school with me.
photo by Gina Ziedler