I’m sorry I haven’t written in while! I’ve just generally been a bad blogger this past month+ and it’s lame, I know. Ugh real life is sooooo busy, guys!
Is there a more cliché way to begin a blog post? I don’t think so!
Is there a worse feeling than letting down your readers and yourself by falling off the blogging wagon? Well, I guess I haven’t completely fallen off. I’m still clutching on to a rope at the back of said Blogging Wagon, being bumped and scraped along the World Wide Web as it continues to go on, almost without me. It’s hard to pull yourself back up, ya know? Especially when you haven’t been to the gym in oh, years, and your arms resemble those of Betty Spaghetti. Especially when you’re working a full time job and performing in a play and have friends you never see and maybe, just maybe, have actually met someone (really and truly) special…
If I write any more, y’all are going to start calling me Mary COMPLAIN instead of Mary Lane!
Next week is my nine year blogoversary – can you believe it? NINE YEARS of blogging!?
That’s ancient in blogging years! Basically, my Blogging Wagon is an antique at this point. Let’s call it retro, in an Oregon Trail kind of way. I might currently need to buy a new axel, but I promise my blog is not dying of dysentery just yet! The thing is, I miss writing personal posts. I bet you miss reading them too. I know that. But…there’s a part of me that’s become increasingly afraid of writing personal essays. So I take the safe route and write about ferry rides and pizza instead…
Sometimes I think, hey that’s enough! Who doesn’t like #ImOnABoat and #pizza?! It’s the social media way, after all: picture-perfect adventures, well-posed outfits, and the yummy food we eat. Plenty can argue that’s what blogging is in 2017. It’s life seen through the most attractive filter technology can create!
That’s not what blogging was when I started in 2008. Blogging back then was gritty and unfiltered, with no funny gifs or witty subheadings. Sometimes it was just a huge block of unbroken text, and that was okay! There was no Instagram, let alone filters! It was shitty, pixelated flip phone photographs. Remember the good ol’ days when authenticity was more prized than “knowing your brand”?
It feels safe to hide behind the hard exterior of a brand. How convenient when you can’t get to vulnerable because vulnerablity sure ain’t no New York cliché!
But if I’ve learned anything in 9 years as a struggling artist in NYC….it’s that safe isn’t very interesting and vulnerability is…
You have to take the risk and ford the river or you’ll just stay stuck at a shitty muddy river bed eating rancid oxen meat…
Am I having a mid-blog crisis? Should I start a torrid partnership with a blog much, much younger than me? Buy a fancy new lay-out that’s inappropriately flashy and way out of my price range? Change my focus completely and start vlogging, like all the young kids are these days?
Or should I just get back to my roots?
But when I really think about it…the best idea is probably to just write. Shut up the shoulds and the good old days and just write. Write now. Right now. Write more often this 10th year than I ever have before and see where the words take me….
I hope you’ll stay along for the ride.