I spend a good chunk of time wading through 2000+ blog posts, updating tags and categories. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time but I kept putting it off. Twelve years of memories wash over me as I work. It’s time well spent, remembering what it was like once upon a time before all of this.
It’s changed, this blogging world (or so I thought), and I’ve changed with it. My cyber home has gone through more than a few remodels and renovations. I started out on Blogger with a space I called My Own Velvet Room, named after a favourite childhood book, then moved everything over here in 2010. The old place is still standing. You can even visit it (http://myownvelvetroom.blogspot.com), though it will redirect you back here if you linger.
I’ve been pondering blogging: what it was, what it is, and the role of social media in facilitating the change and I began longing for the old days. I went into the guts of this blog and found links to places I used to visit and remembered the women behind the blogs and wondered whatever happened to them. My connection with many moved onto social media, others continue to blog and we visit back and forth. Others have just disappeared (as I discovered when I found links to blogs that hadn’t been updated in years or that no longer worked).
But in my poking around I found a whole new set of the kind of blog I (we) used to write—many that have been active for as long, or longer, than I’ve been blogging. They are full of newsy posts written by women living ordinary lives, encompassing the highs and the lows of it all. Rumours of the death of blogging have been highly exaggerated!
I’m going to dip my toe back into the pool of that kind of blog. I’m not leaving here, I’ll continue to show up most mornings with a few words and a photo, but I’m also returning to Blogger. I wasn’t even going to mention it, I was just going to do it, but wanted to extend an invitation for you to stop by the new space if you’re inclined.
A Little Seasoning (https://alittleseasoning.blogspot.com). It’s going to be my afternoon blog, my everyday blog, my “this is my life” blog. A little disheveled, a little lived in, just comfy. Something new in this season. (That’s the goal. There’s a learning curve to get back up to speed over there.) I’m keeping it low key, but if you stop by I’ll put on a put of virtual coffee and we can sit and visit for a while.
’Cause you know, I’m weary. There’s so much that’s wearing me down and I’m calling “uncle”. I’ve been wrestling depression for months and this joy-less state isn’t good for anyone. Time spent visiting at the kitchen table might be just what we need now and then (virtually, of course, in these days of all that I don’t even care to name).