I miss the old days of blogging when people would share about their lives, fears, thoughts, the things they did every day, what made them happy, sad or angry. It could be anything from family, friendships, relationships, school and work. I miss coming home to check on the many people I followed to see what was going on in their lives. Whether they made it up, exaggerated it or wrote it with startling honesty – I’ll never know. It was just the feeling of feeling connected. I didn’t feel alone with my fears and aspirations. Somehow I felt more normal. Most people didn’t care who read their entries and unlike me, didn’t write anonymously.
Now I blog a lot less and am more guarded by what I say. It does take time to write something coherent and to follow other blogs. There are stalkers who prey on snatching tidbits of identity. There are companies who scour social media to check on prospective job applicants. Would I want my future company to know that much about my personal life?
So to those that are still blogging and sharing what’s going on in their lives, I raise my glass to you and thank you. (in this case, it’s a bowl of cereal as I’m writing this first thing in the morning).