I think I’ve finally got all my old blogs online here. My first ever blog was under my name and ran from July 2005 to November 2006. I picked up again under a pseudonym in May 2012, and I’ve blogged on and off ever since. I’m still working through the 2012+ posts as they have missing pictures, but generally my entire blogging existence is now here at St Francis Folly.
It’s been really interesting reading over some of the old stuff I posted. I wrote a lot when I first started, and I wrote mainly for family and friends. But here’s the thing – the people that commented on my blog weren’t (for the most part) people that I knew. Even back then I existed in a small circle of bloggers, connecting online.
In fact the main reason I stopped blogging in 2006 was because I had started a new job and at least one of my work colleagues had found it and had started reading it (I guess he googled my name – one of the disadvantages of blogging at yourname.com). He never commented on my posts, but he would talk to me at work about what I was writing. He was a little bit odd, and I didn’t really like how he would come over every time I wrote a post and want to discuss it with me.
That’s the thing with blogs. You either have to have the attitude of not giving a shit about people you know reading it, or you have to blog anonymously. I’ve mentioned before that blogging sometimes feels like a one-way sharing of information. I think that’s why I love to connect with other bloggers because you share in the same way. It’s a friendship through writing.
Other things I noticed from my oldest posts:
- I was generally much happier and more enthusiastic. I turned to blogging as a release for difficult emotions from 2013 onwards, but back in 2006 I actually observed that I blogged less when I was unhappy. Is that because of the difference in audience? Writing anonymously allows us to express our deepest thoughts, whereas maybe writing for an audience of friends and family makes talking about emotions harder?
- I had no free time. I have mistakenly thought that it was becoming a mum that stole all my time, but when I was working full time I had none either. I was tied to being in a place for 35-40 hours a weeks, doing what other people told me to do. I had to commute. Sometimes also on weekends, and also I did a lot of travel for work. Mentally, I was exhausted at the end of each day. Yes, there were weekend days where I lazed around and did nothing, but they were few and far between.
- I took on too many projects. Story of my life!!
- I was wittier. Some of my posts were actually funny. These days I am so bloody serious about everything.
- I ranted about stuff that annoyed me. Again, I was under this impression that it was having children that made me feel so stressed all the time. Memory failure.
- I joined Amazon Associates in 2006, hahaha! I think I have earned about £1.23 in 12 years.
I am feeling really enthusiastic about blogging again now 🙂