A way to share your passion with the world?
A log of your travels or of your journey through the world of fashion?
A vehicle for personal change?
A place of comfort you can always come to?
A marketing tool?
A way to show off some talent or skill?
A safe way to flirt with other minds?
Is it a medium for conveying your social ideas?
Of commenting on events and criticizing things that need to change?
A way to pass the time?
A journal that you can’t lose?
That others can’t peep into because it’s out there in the open anyway?
A bit of you that you’ve digitized and shared with the world?
Or a private thing between you and your family?
A writer’s log?
A stay-at-home-mom log?
A way to hopefully make some money so you can quit your job?
Something you wanted to try out?
And now maybe you’re stuck with?
A duty? An obligation?
Something that’s growing on you?
A kind of addiction?
All of these things?
For me, my blog has been different things over the years.
You can say it has been most of the above.
Now it’s a place I return to without hurry or hassle.
I don’t blog as much as I used to; I find it takes me away from the sort of writing I want to do.
But my blog has been with me for years; it’s part of me.
I have a physical body and a digital one.
Maybe you do, too?
My blog is part of my digital body, an organ within it, if you will.
Instead of blood, it’s electricity that flows through it, a constant stream of traffic.
Together with your social media organs, your blog makes your digital expression system.
But maybe I’m complicating things.
Maybe a blog is really only a kind of window into your life.
Through which you can look out; but through which the world can look in, too.
Maybe we still need that.
Maybe having a blog is not as cool as it used to be, today in the age of Instagram.
Maybe it’s also a bit more work than we’d like it to be.
But doesn’t it still fulfill some fundamental need for self-expression?
Isn’t it a window that we need to keep open, to let in some fresh air and some light?