Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Blogging for One

I just noticed that I’ve missed my blog’s birthday.  Sorry about that, blog.  Having said that I’m not exactly up on the etiquette of a blog’s birthday, pretty much as I wasn’t up on the occasion that a baby’s first birthday calls for.  I think there is probably a life manual that I missed somewhere along the line.
 It’s been a week of various lurgies in our house, which has depleted all my creative reserves and left a hovel of germ-ridden mess in its wake.  And also 9 pounds less of me, which was very obviously surplus to requirements.  Every cloud.

Anyway … blog birthday is probably as good a time as any to reflect on the meaning of time, the universe, etc.  I did have a hopeful feeling that this post would be no.42 on the blog, & then things really would be a bit spooky*.  But also no, things are rather less poignant and this will be no.44.   Talking of significant dates, looking in my diary I realise that it’s our anniversary today too (21 years), but as OH didn’t comment on it this morning I can probably get away without mentioning that too – that romantic night to end all romantic nights in a Birmingham Hall of Residence. I know.

So, back to my blog musings - nominally I started it to capture all that growing up stuff which I knew would slip through the sieve of my memory.  But there’s really not been so much of that as I expected. Realistically it’s given me an outlet at a time when I knew the Research Centre I worked in would be closing down and the job market’s been grim.  So here I sit a year later, my contract ended at the weekend, and although I’m still tied in ambiguously in various ways I’m not yet feeling the panic I thought I would.  Due in no small part to the huge list I complied of things that I need to do while I’m not tied into to office hours. I’m trying to see this six months or so before Katie goes to school as an opportunity.  Well I have to, don’t I?  

Before I started blogging I read a few ‘how to blog’ idiot's guides, in the way that I find it physically impossible to do anything without reading a book about it first.  And I’m sure that pretty much the main bit of advice they all gave was that blogs needed A Theme.  But as the months have chugged on it feels like this is the last thing that’s happened.  Partly I’ve become about as fascinated in the process of blogging and the blogging community as I am in blogging myself, to the extent that this is something I want (need) to work on in the future.  I wrote an article on it the other day, with a more work hat on, snappily titled‘Blogging: pervasive labour on the margins’.

So as I’ve been pondering this morning what my small thing is this week, through the fuzz of antibiotics and a strong sense of envy that I seem to have completely missed the spring this weekend that lit up everyone’s life, I realised that perhaps actually blogging is it.  The small refuge thing that shines some perspective on the difficult stuff.  That sometimes you start and end up in a quite unexpected place.


*This is a Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy reference, just in case you are not a total spod like me.



All the Small Things - MummyNeverSleeps

11 comments:

  1. Isn't it weird how the blogging thing becomes an outlet and a support in itself? Sounds like you've had an interesting year, hope you enjoy your six months window without worrying about the job market too much...Off to read about pervasive labour on the margins now, you've piqued my curiosity!

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    1. Isn't it weird, I'm sure there's an article in that. Blogging through times of austerity or something! Thanks for reading (both things!).

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  2. Arrrghhh HOW good would it have been if it WAS number 42?! 44 is close enough though! Ah dude, I find myself going all existential about blogging, worrying that this or that isn't good enough or I don't have a niche or I'm shit at baking and crafts... But my reckoning is, if it makes you feel better in some way, keep doing it, right? It's really quite surreal what blurting out your thoughts occasionally on the internet can bring you and a massive HAPPY BLOGDAY! (I had no idea what to do on mine either - so I just ate cake) Thanks so much for joining in my lovely :) xx

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  3. Happy Belated Blog Birthday! My blogging seems to have fallen by the wayside for the last 6mths while life has taken over. I still constantly write blogs in my head, but never seem to get around to writing them down and publishing them! Instead I have discovered even more blogs to follow and read. I do love how the blogging community lets the whole world into a little part of their homes and lives - satisfies the voyeur in me!

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    1. Hey! I have missed you. Come back to blogging, you are a natural ... maybe for your blog's birthday?! xx

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  4. Happy blogging birthday. Mine is next month and have been pondering on why I do it - mostly because I enjoy it. I love the blogging community banter too. Looking for forward to your next 12 months of posts xx

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  5. Happy blogerversary, as long as you don't get too sucked in I think blogging is amazing and opens so many new doors. Mich x

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  6. Happy Blog birthday! May you have many many more - cake next time??

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  7. Oh gosh don't ever think you need to 'fit' into a niche.I'm never going to to that blogger and I revel in the fact I have so many interests to blog about.I'm not a writer though, I'm more visual.I wish I was a writer though sometimes as I have a hundred and one thoughts that don't make sense when I've tried to get them out there.Happy blogiversary!

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  8. Happy birthday! I've just been across and read your Pervasive Labour post. Fascinating stuff.

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