So is blogging out these days?
Fast forward a few years later and this blog came along, "The Rosy Life." I've always been told I see the world through rose-colored glasses, hence the name. It seems about halfway into my 8 year blogging journey the social media world changed. Blogs weren't just for memories anymore but for making money, marketing, and appealing to a mass crowd. Not all blogs, but a lot. For many different reasons I haven't dipped my toe into the marketing side, other than for my own personal art. For me, it's just not my way of story telling.
I think that's what's important to ponder, if you're wondering about your own space on the web. I keep stumbling across blog posts where the author is saying "goodbye", bidding farewell and instead heading over to Instagram for good. I get it-it's faster, easier, and draws in a lot of people in a matter of seconds. (in fact, I'm there too, you can find me under "therosylifeblog")
But for me, there's something about this space that feels sacred to me. Blogging may be out for most but I'm here to stay. I feel like it's the most real-life way I have to document my story, words and pictures. Sometimes The Rosy Life feels exciting and fresh and full of new ideas. Other days my words feel a bit distant, with mostly pictures on the screen. Some weeks I blog every single day, other months not as much. And isn't that how real life goes? Back and forth, up and down, full and empty.
"They" say you should blog for others and leave your audience with something to take away, yet my heart sits down to blog for itself. I find my posts and blog goals somewhere in the middle. I show up here to remind myself of the good in life, to document the day-to-day pockets of joy Jesus tucks into this season and the next. If we don't notice, who will? Certainly not the news people!
But I also show up to help you see it too. This is why I blog. It's not just to tell my own story but to help your eyes open wide and see yours too. Can you imagine if we got to the end of our lives and we couldn't remember a thing about it except for laundry and to-do lists?
What about the "aha" moments,
the art to create,
the delicious food to cook,
the good tears,
the prayers uttered,
the feet that danced,
the eyes that smiled,
the body that shook with laughter,
the questions asked,
the books read,
the music enjoyed,
the people ministered to?
What about the adventures taken,
the "yes" and "no",
the beauty gathered?
Tell it sister.
Whether that be through a blog, a book, or a beautiful journal, piece together your story and share the blessing of it with someone. For me, that's through my blog. Blogging may be "out" but I'm not going anywhere.