Blogging, since it’s inception, has been responsible for many things. It has broken news stories and has helped many things achieve viral status. Blogging helps to give self esteem to many cyclists and triathletes who post about their latest and greatest workout and helps aspiring writers and photographers find an audience.
If you had asked me a year and half ago if I was a blogger, I would have looked at you like you where crazy. I had heard of blogging, but no way no how was I going to enter into that world. I had already worked as an opinion columnist while in college and the pressure to come up with a new topic every week was partially responsible for my early baldness. I spent way too many late nights typing under deadline trying to come up with the latest opinion piece only to find out my Pulitzer worthy piece was cut from the paper because a story on new chairs in the school cafeteria ran long. The stress was simply too much.
Then exactly one year ago, in an effort to add more stress to my already stressful life, I signed up for my very own blog. I signed up after reminiscing one afternoon about my former collegiate glory. Part of that reminiscence included my opinion column and in and effort to stave off an early early midlife crisis I started typing.
The first few weeks of the blog were pure bliss. I had complete freedom to write whatever I wanted. There was no underpaid editor screaming down my neck to get the story on their desk by 8 am Tuesday morning. I could post on Tuesday or Friday if I chose to. I could even skip a week if I got busy or if a Doogie Howser marathon was on. The freedom the blogging experience gave me was exhilarating. It was the creative outlet I had been looking for
But then it happened. It was about six months ago and suddenly I ran out of things to write about. Topics that once flowed forth from my fingers like the waters in the mighty Mississippi had slowed to a trickle. I struggled to come up with topics to write about and when I did figure something out it always sounded better in my head than on paper. My bald spot grew larger every day from the stress and my lovely auburn hair was quickly turning gray.
While it is true that I have less hair and it is also true that what hair I do have left is way more gray than a year ago, I have finally come to the realization that I am a blogger. I know that eventually all my hair will probably turn silver from the stress of this blog, but then again it will probably turn grey because I am simply getting old. I have realized over the past year that I am a blogger, a member of the new evangelization.
I never thought I would be a blogger, but then again I never thought I would be Catholic. So I guess the possibility of being a Catholic blogger was never on my radar screen, but yet that is what I am. For those that read and follow my blog, don’t worry I plan on continuing my ramblings and musings until my last grey hair falls out, which if the past year is any indication won’t be too long in the future. Thank you all for reading my blog and God Bless.