The first blog post I ever read was by this guy I had a crush on. He’d been messing around with it for a few weeks, and he finally sent me a link and was all, “Check this out!”
The post was all about him. He talked about his new bike, what it meant for him as an adult to buy the bike he’d dreamed of as a kid. It was well-written, but it struck me as unbelievably self-indulgent. I walked away from it thinking, “What kind of person writes a blog that’s all about themselves?” He lost serious crush points because of that blog.
Honestly, even now I read very few blogs that compel me to return. I’ve said forever that I don’t want to add to the noise if I’m not sure I can create an actual signal. But, yeah, I need a blog. There have been too many times I’ve desperately wished for a place to share my thoughts about a certain topic—women at tech conferences, mommy bloggers, owning a small business, being divorced (to name a few)—but obviously haven’t wanted to use the Brain Traffic blog as a platform.
So I’ll go ahead and practice saying things that are meaningful, here. And all twelve of you can cheer me on. And someday soon, I will write something that I feel OK about posting on Twitter.
In the meantime, you really should listen to that Beyoncé album. No for real.
Also I can’t figure out how to turn on comments, so I’ll imagine you all silently nodding with an empathy in your eyes.
