I am bad at blogging.
Bad at what is involved, anyway.
I am bad at networking. I’m bad at taking the time to read other blogs. I’m bad at building relationships on Twitter. I’m bad at posting regularly. I shudder when I think of moving to a self-hosted site, even with a live-in IT nerd. Work fills my days. Chores sometimes (ahem – sooometimes) fill my nights and I just can’t find the reserves to invest all that I think a really great blog deserves.
But I love writing. And there are many, many writers out there who are so much better than I am. I know that. I try to read their posts when I can find the time.
I love writing. I love to bring people into the world inside of my head. The world that is ticking over constantly, processing how life and the world and parenting work.
I didn’t feel I deserved to mention the MAD blogging awards this year – or any blogging awards for that matter. I didn’t feel I offered enough. I just thought I’d have a little look at the nominations for Blog of the Year. There are 100’s. Even so, I didn’t believe mine would be one. Honestly. Hand on heart, honestly.
And maybe to you, when there are 400+ nominees already, you might not feel it means that much. But when I scrolled through that list, scanning it on a whim, and saw that someone, who I had never asked, felt that the tiny bit that I can offer deserved a little bit of recognition, it actually meant a hell of a lot.
It may have been you, Mom. You may have remembered from last year and you have now performed another one of your motherly duties. If so, I love you for that.
But if not and it was you – Thanks. Genuinely.