It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. So how did this mess all start? I was playing roller hockey back around 2003 I think. I scored this goal. It was a great goal, well at least by me. Top shelf on a breakaway. Game winner. Good stuff!
I went to the bench, and thought...who cares? Who is going to care? No one. It's not a big deal in the scheme of things. In the big picture, probably as significant as a spec of dust buried underground. No one will ever know. Now one will ever care or remember.
That's what I thought I would do. I would record it. I would record the scores and my perspective from the games I played. Not only that, I would record important or interesting essays and anecdotes. I would record articles and pictures that best represent my take on life. Yeah that's the ticket, or so I thought. Like a diary...but for guys, but not like a diary, because that's for chicks. Are we clear?
Then I started writing idea and opinions on my observations of people, places, animals, and things. The hockey scores...became rather boring. Copying and pasting libertarian leaning verbiage didn't feel authentic. I used to write hockey articles for AOL being the Red Wings corespondent, so I had some background with writing my own fluff.
However writing my thoughts on a blog seemed to be fun and therapeutic in attempt. I didn't know my blog was public at first. I thought it was just for me, a private diary. Then I started to get comments from folks. From strangers. From the (dunt dunt duh) internet. Who were these people?
Next I was importing my blog on to Myspace, and the likes of Vikki, Kim, Theresa, Soliel, Sara, Julie, Mike, very nice people would leave comments and share. Actually the list got bigger and bigger rather quickly. I was on to something. Not sure what, but I kept writing. Not for them, always for myself. I did like the feedback of course, as it spawned more blogs posts. 10 years later, I've written thousands of posts...still always writing to myself.
Sure there are preachy things where I know an audience (you) is reading it. However every vlog, blog post, photo, or link is pretty much me talking to myself. Is that narcissistic or a problem of ego? Maybe...but at least I recognize it as such; or the potential of it anyways.
I'm not a successful blogger by any means in comparisons to the online giants. However I'm very successful in keeping the same group of readers and the online community it entails - very good people who have alot to offer. They inspire me to write from their drama, their quirks, their interests. So if YOU weren't around, I would still write but it would be mostly hockey scores. I'll continue to be a community organizer (some become famous and hated by many don't ya know).
Yeah I think about hanging it up often. I just may walk away from this one day and close the chapter. I suppose as long as I want to hear myself, I will keep writing. My feeling is that I could tell myself to shut up one day, and be done with it. You see when the thought of quitting becomes an option, then quitting is an option. It is the best of times, it is the worst of times.