31 August, 2018
Well, if nothing else this little event got me to post again. There’s still more stuff I’d like to post about, but my days of lobbing firebombs for the sake of watching things burn was a while ago. I’m just an guy who tries to find the courage to do the things I found routine before.
A few closing thoughts to the month.
I love Blaugust
It’s been a great chance for me to dust off the blog and post again. I had a lot of things to say, enough to fill 31 days of posts. I’m glad that Blaugust exists, so I cheer on the Aggronaut for inspiring me with Blaugust Reborn 2018 and for the Newbie Blogger Initiative before it.
I did manage to post every day, even if I didn’t include the #BlaugustReborn tag as I should have in my Twitter autoposting. I wish I had been able to mentor others, as I would like to have more blogs. I think blogs engender more discussion, better discussion as well, than any other popular medium.
I love participation
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the comments during this month. It’s been wonderful to see some old faces, and a few new, stopping by the comments. I know blogging is not as cool as other forms of media, so I know that people have to go out of their way to come here, read the posts, and leave comments. I didn’t even post about Blaugust on Google+, but I’m pretty sure that site is all but moribund these days.
I wish I had more time to read other blogs and comment. It feels like I’m not paying the community back if I’m not participating with the rest of the crowd. I just wish we had a good RSS reader option. *shakes fist at the death of Google Reader*
It’s can be hard to be yourself
This last week of posts has been hard. Posting every day means that I have to be a little spontaneous with my postings. In the past I usually worked on a post, did a lot of research, and tried to link to old posts on the same topic to help build the foundation of my ideas or show how I’ve changed. But I’ve lost a lot of the fire I had when I started blogging years and years ago. I’m different now, and not necessarily better. Lots has happened since then, and it’s all changed me in some way.
Writing about deeper issues, and more personal issues, is harder when you’re writing at a daily pace. On the other hand, I think it forced me to get my thoughts out there instead of letting the perfect be the enemy of the good, as Voltaire stated. Of course, there’s a good chance that my words may come back to haunt me in the future.
Anyway, thanks for another month of fun. Perhaps I won’t be so quiet going forward. Writing has helped me deal with a few things and come out of my shell a bit. Perhaps it’s time for me to write more and get out more.