I am delighted to be part of a series called, “Between the Lines” created and run by Katie at Katherine’s Corner. There are more than 80 bloggers, all over the age of 50, gathered together to blog, post, share and enrich and this is my post about blogging at the age of 53. Thanks for hanging out with me!
I recall vividly the first time I heard the term ‘Blog’. My cousin said she was starting a blog about yoga and all I could think was, “what’s that?” (the blog, not the yoga….although I knew the same amount about both: Zero). When she said she just wrote down her thoughts and posted it online, I was incredulous!
“ONLINE? For EVERYONE to see?”
But wait…HOW does everyone see your words? How do they know where the words land, how do you know who will read what you write and understand what you mean?
Fast forward a few years and I know how Exactly what a blog is (but not much more about yoga). And not only do I want people to read what I write, but I encourage them to read everything I write and I use many different platforms to make sure they can find the words.
I wrote my first poem at the tender age of 8, some drivel about love that I knew nothing about, but my mama thought it was Pulitzer worthy, and promptly sent it off to a child’s magazine where they branded my name for eternity by publishing it. I found a copy of that magazine when I was going through mama’s things after she passed away last year. SO, your words do live on, even if you don’t always know where they live.
As a blogger today, one who is over 50 and competing for readers with younger, better, funnier and more educated bloggers, I find I possess a different outlook. My pace is sometimes a little slower, a little less urgent. I know what happens in your 30’s and 40’s and it’s not all bad. I’m no longer trying to conquer the world, but am just as happy to sit back, relax and watch it all go by some days.
And I have discovered that life is pretty funny, if you choose to look at it that way. I have laughed at myself more in the last decade than I ever did in my earlier years. I think, at this stage of my life, I don’t take myself quite so seriously.
Life happens. You can roll with it, or let it roll over you and I really don’t have time to let it roll over me (plus I think that would hurt), so I pretty much just roll with it.
Will I still be doing ‘this’ when I’m 60? I sure hope so. I’m pretty sure I’ll have many more stories to share, a ton of new adventures and some pitfall, too. Because no matter how hard I try, I still trip and fall. It’s just a matter of how quickly you get back up that matters.