Blogging and social media are tricky territory for an introvert.
You see, my head is like Swanston Street; thoughts rumbling through like obnoxious trams every half minute, stopping, tinging their bells, people getting on and off, inappropriately touching each other, avoiding eye contact.
It’s so busy in my head that sometimes I forget to talk. I’m forever longing for quiet time to go away and process the day’s events, like a mouse nibbling on a crust in a dark corner. This makes social media incredibly overwhelming for me.
Putting a post up is a lot like taking the train to the city and back. It’s a mission. Yes it’s inspiring and great to feel connection with the world outside our seaside block but it’s also exhausting. I come home fried and it takes several days for my mind to settle from the wake of the trip.
To further complicate the issue, I really don’t like attention. Whenever someone new comes here the temptation to hide under the coffee table is palpable. Yet when you have a blog, that’s ultimately what you’re trying to generate in order to build a community around your space.
(See what I did there? I said ‘space’ instead of ‘blog’. It’s like saying front bottom instead of vagina. I’ve got issues.)
Furthermore, ‘blog’ is such a saggy, ill-defined word. Like gusset. Or strudel. I cringe when someone in the real world asks me about my ‘blog’. I like to think whatever it is I’m building here – this space, this experiment – while it may be half formed, it’s not saggy. In order to do this – whatever this is – I need to do it on my own terms, preserving the quiet spaces and at my own pace for otherwise there is no point in doing this at all.
So there’s going to be some changes around here, and all will soon be revealed. Well, not all …