This weekend I spent the better part of Saturday night running through my list of blogging favorites and newbies. I too often neglect this list, so I made my way around commenting and being generally inspired by their words, stories, and lives.
But I noticed a few had gone silent.
One was taken over by another entity in a different language and I instantly missed her rainbow socks. Our blogs are an extension of who we are and I always thought — whenever I saw those vibrant, candy-colored socks — that we would have a fun time together. Mainly because I have been known to wear a pair with a personality all their own which, by in large says: yo! I have on big socks, take me seriously.
And the exact opposite happens.
I began to wonder: did blogging start to take up too much time, did the words stop because they were muffled by struggle, an illness, or by something awesome happening like they hit the lottery? If I had a winning ticket, I would be throwing hundos in your face and you would be all: UMBRELLA EL-LA-EL-LA, EH-EH-EH and we’d be shining together until I was broke as fuck just like I am now.
Maybe I did hit the lottery.
And you’re probably all: forget SHINING TOGETHER, where is my HUNDO?!
You must have just got here. Bummer.
Blogging is an epic marathon where you publish into the abyss hoping that in all of that darkness a few people show up with a flashlight and shine that light on your words, your story, and find a little bit of themselves in you. And together you can find the sun.
Stay with me here. I know this is grandiose.
Anne Lamott, in Bird by Bird, wrote that all you need to begin and continue is to see as far as the headlights allow.
That’s not only an amazing metaphor for writing and blogging, it’s also good for our lives. I wish those bloggers stuck with it through the storm or the fabulous party. Their words mattered. So did their stories.
Stick with it, folks. Turn on the high beams and let’s have at it. El-la, eh-la, eh.