Connection.

I wrote a couple of blogs several years ago, and also curated at Scoopit.com - which is a review of articles - with the curator’s opinion thrown in for good measure.

As an introvert who spends plenty of time being extroverted, I was conflicted about blogging, but made a few attempts at it anyway. Everyone around me seemed to take to blogging like a duck to water - an opinion supported when I attended a BlogHer convention in NYC in 2012. My sister Ann scored a panel spot, and I went along as moral support. What a revelation. The 4,000 + attendees were eager to hear not only her, but scads of others, including Katie Couric, Martha Stewart, and President Obama - each of whom was happy to oblige. Blogging was happening - confirmed by the huge giveaways in the Vendor Mall, where 2,000 vibrators were distributed (free of charge) the very first night. Now that’s a story. But I digress.

Fast forward to 2015. The introvert in me learns a lesson from my online Artist Strength Training workshop. I quote from this review, shared with a group at the end of Week One:   

“We are exploring being in community. A friend who is not part of this program commented to me over dinner that she avoids social media because people are so flippant, unthinking, and/or mean to each other when they aren’t face to face. I had to respond with the opinion that just the opposite has the potential to happen - and can happen. If social media is the wave of future communications, it’s up to those who use it to be authentic, caring and vulnerable. We can craft an environment where people honor each other and themselves with their written and visual sharing.”

And that turned out to be true. We traversed deep places over the course of the ten weeks. Online - with classmates who were (at first) strangers; but became comrades in the effort to discover authentic visual voice.

Yeah sure, Social Media pundits claim a “Like” on Facebook isn’t worth very much. Too easy to do, and no “commitment” attached. But when someone posts about an injury, (like my knee fracture) the death of a beloved pet, or other life-changing, inevitable events, there’s a palpable comfort in the surge of comments and “likes” that rise up and out from the screen. Maybe it’s the immediacy. Maybe it’s choosing to believe that those comments and “likes” are authentic. People really ARE thinking of each other and wishing each other well.

That’s what I choose to believe. So that’s why I’m blogging again. Starting now. 

It’s personal stories, photos, and quirky stuff that make blogging fun (and hopefully worth reading.) Being in community means not holding back. Just putting it out there. Being real. It’s an appealing way for an introvert to connect. As an Introvert, I’m not necessarily shy - I just treasure alone time. It gives me a chance to think. I’ll enjoy a blog of unvarnished observation and commentary, written after I have time to think.

And I hope you will, too. Join me. Lay low or be out there. It’s your choice. Let’s have some fun with this. Otherwise, why do it?