Friday, October 16, 2009
I've thought a lot lately about my blogger identity. It is, of course, irrelevant to anything that really matters in life, but I've been thinking about it all the same. When I started this blog a while back it was basically for one reason: to keep up with the cool kids in the family (i.e. Lisa, Chriswhohasn'tpostedforfartoolongtoberespectedanymore, and Anna). I really didn't think many people would ever read it. Fast forward to now: I still don't think many people ever read it. Still, I feel more established in the blogging world in that I know better now how to post- words, pictures, even videos now (though I still haven't figured out how to post YouTube videos. Please let me know if you are an expert in that field.). I also am getting better at navigating through other people's blogs. And I have even found some favorite crafty blogs to follow of cool people who I've never even met before. So... cool. But here's the thing- I have the old standard, the homepage of my blog world, the ever-famous Notes From A Very Red Kitchen, the extinct Sammy Jaybird, the literary Worn Out Pencil, and the private family blog. I put up all the babiness pictures and videos on the family blog, the stuff I used to sell went on Sammy Jaybird, all of my sweet poetry and well-punctuated work goes on Worn Out Pencil, so what am I left with back here in the Red Kitchen? Sometimes I feel pressured to put more crafty things on here, sometimes just random thoughts (like this post). Whenever I start to feel a little blog-shy about what I am allowed to write on here I remind myself that it's my blog and I get to do what I want, but I still can't deny that bit of identity crisis I experience when I get ready to write on here sometimes. I started out trying to be a cool kid in the family, but I find myself contributing to a global community- one that I both love and don't always trust. And one that doesn't always understand my odd references to other things without a bit of help. So who do I cater to? The friends and family who read or the world? I haven't quite decided.