I have been considering walking away from food blogging–it’s not as if I have been wildly successful at it. After all, if you are not a wildly successful blogger, then what is the point of blogging?
I’ve done all the right things, well at least many of them. It’s not that I don’t have good recipes…enough of them have been used by other bloggers and have received rave reviews–on those other blogs, but not here. Even The Huffington Post noticed one of my photographs and found it worthy of being included on their website.
In almost 4 years of blogging, I have a whopping 164 followers. Interesting. Many new bloggers get that many followers after their first few weeks…or days. My blog flies so far under the blogging radar that if it got any lower I would have to exchange my airplane for a tunnel borer.
And I’m not talking about:
I’m talking about:
(Laugh. That was funny.)
By most measures of success in the blogging world, my blog is patently unsuccessful. I have felt uncomfortable with my blogging status; even embarrassed.
As I was reflecting one day recently about whether to continue food blogging or not, I came across a video that stopped me from making a potentially unfortunate error in judgement. The video is a montage made from a talk by Dieter F. Uchtdorf, who is a member of the First Presidency of the Mormon Church.
I was in attendance at the women’s conference where this talk was given. I remember that it had a powerful impact on me at the time and gave me courage. When I got home from the conference I told my husband that I had a new verb, “Uchtdorf”. Naturally he was puzzled, so I told him about the talk. I explained that from that moment forward, anytime I created something or redecorated something or attempted to improve at an art, I was “Uchtdorfing”. It made us laugh.
As time passed, and the realities of life got in the way, I forgot about the talk and about Uchtdorfing. I got lost in myself. Then one day recently I discovered this video. I watched it over and over, listening to the music, watching the scenes, reading the powerful words, and listening to Elder Uchtdorf’s voice. Clearly his talk had inspired others as well.
Oh. That’s right. I like to create. That’s why I started a food blog.
My life is not how I thought it would. It is not even a shadow of what it used to be. Something deeply traumatic entered into it and changed everything that I had ever been or ever wanted to be. I had thought when I was younger that I would grow old gracefully. The challenges that I had expected to come into my life have not occurred. Instead, God allowed for me to have the most unexpected, unplanned for, overwhelming challenge of which I had never imagined.
So, I started a blog. Not this blog. It was another blog which morphed into this blog. I have worked on this blog to make it a place where I like to visit. It is sort of like my internet home. Granted, my posts from the first year need some serious house cleaning in the form of new pictures.
I have somewhere between 650-1000 guests a day in my home. Some of them stay and visit, most do not. I’ve decided that I’m okay with that. When I first started blogging, I had a goal to get 10 guests per day. I remember when it finally occurred. It took a long time. Many, many bloggers get tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of visits each day. That’s wonderful. I am happy that they get to enjoy such a large amount of success.
As I have taken a considerable amount of time reflecting on “why I blog” and using the profoundly insightful words of Dieter Uchtdorf, I have come to understand that it is important for me to continue to stretch and grow, continue to blog, continue to learn, continue to make a place of beauty, continue to find joy, and continue to share–in my own way–the light of Christ.
I have “met” some very dear people along the way as I have blogged. They share small bits of their lives with me and I, through this blog and the occasional email, share my life with them. Thank you so much to everyone who takes the time to read my blog and are supportive. Welcome to my home.