Lonely

Hello, blogland. It’s been a while.

I’ve missed this space. I’ve missed writing.

It seems lonely in blogland though.

So many of the blogs I’ve followed for years and years just no longer resonate with me. (Note: I’m not talking about the blogs of close friends, which I love to read no matter what because it gives me another connection to their lives and a chance to see different details and snippets than what filers through social media these days.) I’m talking about my life crushes. Do you know what I mean? Those folks who you see out there doing stuff and you think, “Man, I want more of *that* in my life!” or “That’s so inspiring!” or “I hope to get to that point in the next few years.”

Lately I’ve felt like I don’t fit with those blogs anymore, and it leaves me feeling frustrated. The two big divisions seem to be:

– kids. Or my lack of kids, I guess. So many of the DIY homesteader blogs that I adore and love have slowly (d)evolved into kid blogs. Mind you, I don’t mind hearing about children and seeing cute photos, but there gets to be a tipping point in terms of content percentages. But when everything in the blog post, even farming or canning preserves, gets told through the filter of being a parent and/or involving your kids in those activities, I start to fade out. I have no frame of reference for this. And honestly, it also freaks me out. Because I’m not completely 100% positive that I’ll never have a child in my life in some shape or form, but I know that I don’t want that kid to take over my identity. So watching it happen to my favorite bloggers, who are generally women whose independence and work ethic have been hugely inspiring to me, is a bit scary because it leaves me thinking, “Would I end up like that too?”

– veganism. Where are the DIY homesteader blogs for herbivores? I’m so turned off by these constant blogs about animal husbandry — raising goats, pigs, chickens, cows, etc. It’s not a part of my life and never will be. I don’t mind scrolling past the occasional post with photos of non-veg meals, but I definitely don’t want to read an in-depth, three post series about finally deciding which hogs to send to slaughter and which to breed for next season.

Believe me, I’m not expecting these bloggers to change their blogs or censor themselves or anything. I’m just frustrated because five years ago, those two themes didn’t seem to dominate their entries. And now I feel a bit lost as I delve around and try to search for some new life crushes, as it were.

Vegan, kid-free life crushes… They’re out there somewhere, right?

2 thoughts on “Lonely

  1. I totally feel you on this one, particularly the kid issue. To be completely honest, I actually get disappointed when my favorite bloggers announce they’re expecting. I know that’s kind of wrong, and selfish even, but it does change everything. Soon it’s baby bump updates, baby showers, and the joys and frustrations of being a mother. I don’t deny that having children must be a wonderful adventure, but it’s not for me.

    I don’t know where my little blog is headed. I don’t mind that, either. I know what it WON’T be–a “lifestyle” magazine of sorts making money through sponsored posts. But I’m not sure what it CAN be. That’s part of the reason I got off Facebook. I felt that I wasted a lot of time not doing much of anything except looking and scrolling. So I wondered if deactivating my account would free up some physical time and emotional space to do more creative pursuits.

    xoxoxo

    • Thanks for understanding, Sarah. I kind of feel that way too, especially when the number of kids hits more than one or two… then I get all angsty about population growth and I’m practically yelling at the screen, “I thought you were cool!!??” Not my most amazing moments, but yeah. There’s always a slight percentage point of a chance that I could become a mom someday, but I’d like to think my entire existence wouldn’t be defined by that kid.

      Trying to figure out what I want this to be still. Slowly deleting myself from the world in other places (Instagram was the first casualty, more to follow).

      Thanks for rocking <3

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