What I’ve Learned From Blogging For A Year

This is a happy story.

I really don’t want to write this.

I’d rather go downstairs and eat a tub of ice cream (seriously, it’s sitting in the freezer) than poke my keyboard one more time. I write this because it’s a perfect example of the biggest lesson I’ve learned from blogging for a year. You ready for it?

You won’t always want to write.

I know — such a crazy thought, right? Hell, sometimes you won’t even have time to write anything at all. I was so busy traveling from spot to spot and working my day job (which involved writing) that I had no time most days.

That’s why I posted a whopping 9 articles from July until September. Well, that doesn’t count the ones at Huffington. ANYWAY.

Blogging for a year by itself is a mighty accomplishment. It’s excruciatingly hard to do that. The low views, engagement, and general feeling that your words mean absolutely nothing kind of gets to you.

My travel blog still doesn’t get that many views to this day, but I still write there. I still write everywhere. In fact, I publish at four different places. I publish here, on my other Medium publication, on my personal blog of the same name, and at The Huffington Post.

I’ve written so many words that the letters on my keyboard are starting to wear off. How do I do that? The answer brings me to the next thing I’ve learned.

When you blog for a year straight, it just becomes second nature to you. It used to suck so much that I wanted to cry, but now I just sit at my computer like a robot every night and thoughtfully put out my next piece of content.

Me writing. Typical.

You’ll start caring less about getting 1,000 views, and more about the few loyal followers that read everything. You’ll start hearing people talk to you in person about your words. You’ll even sometimes get a few nice messages from people telling you how much you helped them feel better.

That’s seriously the best feeling in the world.

I know I want a Maserati one day and a big house, but I don’t think any feeling beats a nice message or comment from somebody.

That’s what you’ll learn after you blog for a year. People will start referring to you as the writer. They’ll feel better talking to you. Strangers will open up their soul to you.

My dear friends, please blog. Not for the numbers, or the followers, or the possible fame of going viral. Blog for the people who feel better because of your words. Give them out generously. Connect, connect, connect.

This is your duty as someone who isn’t afraid to tell everyone how you feel. Shine bright and take on everyone’s insecurities and weaknesses that they might not want to show. In doing this you’re making them feel better, because they know they’re not alone.

And the irony is, as you keep being vulnerable, you’ll feel better as well.

This is the gift of being a writer. It’s the sweetest one there is.

When I started writing this twenty minutes ago I said I didn’t want to write it. Now I’m sitting here at the end not wanting to stop. This is why you need to keep blogging, even when you don’t want to. You’ll never know where your words will take you.

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