Message in a bottle

Sometimes blogging feels like sending a message in a bottle. You write out your thoughts, bundle them tightly in your post, and send them out into the ocean of cyberspace. Can you imagine how you would feel to see that bottle wash up on shore with a reply scribbled on the note?

Everyone who commented on the survey mentioned that they found community in blogging. Some blogged because of community and some found community as an added benefit to blogging. It’s as if our Bridge games of old have been replaced with World of Warcraft (not me) and the religion blogs have replaced the old rabbis debating scripture in the temple. We no longer gather around the soda fountain on the corner — we eat “virtual” ice cream together. Instead of reading the newspaper and chatting about politics, current events, and sports, we read it online and then blog or comment.

Many of us desire to be professional writers and blogging is a way to refine our craft. Writers tend to be perfectionists and very self-critical, so I think it is also a way for us to get feedback, encouraging us that it’s worth the pain and effort.

There is such a feeling of accomplishment when you can take your thoughts and form something that elicits emotion. I think that is the essence of why I write, and I think the online conversation keeps me blogging. One thing that was also mentioned or alluded to was how we learn and grow off of each other — we read each others blogs and comments and then it helps us to look at things in a different way or to show us that we aren’t crazy. Blogging gives us something that writing in isolation cannot give us.

I thank you all for taking the time to comment and for giving me this enjoyable community. Although you might think I only wrote this post to solicit comments, there was another reason as well — I think we learn from questions. I think by answering questions — or at least taking the time to ponder them — it helps us reevaluate our purpose, our goals, our dreams and to find meaning in what we do. I guess that is the lifecoach/existentialist in me.

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Why do you blog? To write? To connect? COMMENT

I’ve been writing so much lately but you can’t tell from my blog! I don’t know how many ideas and starts I’ve written on tablets (okay, in notebooks that sounded like I was writing the 10 commandments or something), and how many posts I’ve started only to delete. I’ve also been commenting on blog after blog. Actually I think I am a better commenter or (is it commentator?) than blogger!

I’ve been wondering about this blogging thing quite a bit. There is a guesstimate of around 50 million blogs out there in the blogosphere, but probably only around 2 million active blogs (I might have counted yours twice, sorry). Isn’t that mind-boggling or is it mind-bloggleling? More

The work of mom and its effect on community

I just read an insightful post over at been there about a group called Moms Rising. It’s a very interesting read about how there is still discrimination against women (specifically mothers) in the work place. I don’t consider myself to be a “post-feminist”–I despise labels–but, the article speaks to me. It’s discouraging to think that employers still avoid hiring mothers because they might have to adapt to the year 2007 and be more flexible in regards to work/life balance. I’ve faced this mother/work topic time and time again for over nine years.

I was an account executive for a marketing/advertising agency when I got pregnant with my first child. I loved my job, loved the whole creative atmosphere and wanted to continue working. I stayed home for six weeks (which is pathetic compared to countries like Sweden where 18 month paid leave is the norm–yes, it isn’t the US) and went back to work. Every day was a struggle to leave my sweet little boy, More

More on Community–is the blogosphere a real community?

They were sitting down on a bench talking. I had just taken my son to his tennis lesson, and my other two kids were playing in the playground. My Mandarin is weak–if that is what they were speaking–it could have been Cantonese but I was fairly certain they were originally from a part of China. They were probably in their 60’s and were so excited to see each other. I got the impression that they regulary met in the park. While I was watching my kids, another lady joined the other three. It seemed like she wished them a Happy Chinese New Year–obviously I am assuming a bit, but it was right after the New Year’s celebrations, and they were definitely repeating a phrase. I found myself wanting More

Why Community is Important

When I die I want someone to find my body quickly. I don’t want people to find me in front of a TV somewhat well preserved. Please check on me–please make sure I haven’t fallen into a very deep sleep watching repeats of  Laverne and Shirley.

Vincenzo Ricardo wasn’t so fortunate. I just read about a 70-year-old man who died watching TV and no one knew for a year until police happened upon him. The police had been called to investigate More