This is what it almost feels like.
When I was first started my own blog after visiting some blogs and reading up on the blogosphere, I wanted to shout from the rooftop (okay maybe just from my window on the second floor where it was much safer) that I was officially a "blogger".
I had sent an email to family and friends and announced it on Facebook.
I learned quickly that admitting to having some weird fetish or addiction would probably have gone over with more interest and less disdain.
I was at a dinner at a swanky restaurant, for a private celebration of sorts, and somehow the conversation turned to blogging. I had only been blogging for a short period by this time and the people seated around the table were a mix of strangers and people whom I respected.
I sat rooted in my seat as a smartphone was whipped out and passed around of the demotivational poster on blogging.
Have you seen it?
After a few chuckles and some disparaging remarks about blogging and a "Joy blogs" comment (which mostly everyone already knew), I then asked if there was someplace I could discreetly nurse my infant (Madison was still only a few months old by this point). I made my way to a private room upstairs where I sat fuming over the audacity of the people below.
What did they know?
I was embarrassed for the first time of the fact that I was a blogger. Then I was angry that I was made to feel embarrassed.
This blog is my place. I never talk about blogging anymore-only to a few select close friends and family. I am very protective of my "hobby" and unlike many previously discarded hobbies, this is something that I truly do enjoy and for which I'm in for the duration.
I like that it takes a degree of work between writing, tweeting, emailing, etc. I have reaped the benefits of being able to write what I choose and I've even developed connections and even friendships with people throughout the U.S. and even the world.
I no longer feel as though I am confined to the mommyhood bubble of my life which is why I started blogging. After my second daughter was born, I felt like I was in a rut. I felt cut off and isolated. Blame it on hormones, blame it on lack of sleep, blame it on needing something to myself but this is why I started blogging. When I was up with Madison in the wee hours of the morning, I turned to blogging.
I got a glimpse of other people's lives and I found I enjoyed writing about mine.
A few people I know have started blogging but most leave it by the wayside after a few posts not understanding what all the fuss is about and wondering where are all their readers. Why isn't everyone flocking to read the golden words that they have written.
Are you open about the fact that you blog? Are your family and friends supportive of your blogging?
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