Every once in a while I’ll connect with an old friend or maybe just a follower asking me if I still “blog.” I’ll fumble around with excuses of how occasionally but really, not really. The truth is this blog is dead. I’d like to keep it open just for the occasional travel post or rant because 140 characters is just not enough space for my love of avocados. I could blame my lack of writing on time. Sure my career took a bit of a turn where I feel more fulfilled with my current job and less of a cry to fill a void through blogging. Partly, but the truth is,
Blogging felt repetitive
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- What I ate – Truth is I’m boring as fuck and eat the same shit every time. Butter of various nut form, avocados, baby spinach and all the organic chicken breasts my little heart can afford. Occasionally I do something really impressive (by my personal I did more than slicing standards) and for that my cell phone apps can share my heart out. Why go through the trouble of doing a post when I can share the same thing on snapchat or instagram.
- What I worked out today – It probably consists of one of three things, running, Flywheel, or whining and wining. And how did I feel? Exhausted and disappointed or happy and energetic, usually a 50/50 coin toss depending on if the wine was good or my one week motivational inspiration to do some strength workouts for the year.
- Top 5 ways to get faster, run more, run in the rain, run in the snow, run in the heat, run on your own – Sure I’m constantly learning new things, but the truth is I could probably link you back to the post I wrote in 2010, than 2011, 2012 and maybe even 2013.
Blogging just doesn’t really pay (for me)
Aside from feeling my creativity die inside another avocado toast post (seriously I really do love avocados) or about my 30th injury for the year (once you break, will you ever be the same?), there just seems to be less and less recognition monetary or just active participation. I give incredible credit to the bloggers that continue doing this year to year but the truth is I feed of recognition and monetary compensation (I’m no Charity). And truth be it, I’m a pretty terrible writer who now can barely run fast to even stand out that way.
- Sponsored Posts – Please buy this selfie stick, it’s unlike any other you tried before. I promise! This protein powder? Totally the best ever, it will give you wings and burn all your cellulite. You could only make this claim or so many times before your soul feels like it’s nothing but a nut butter tipped over the counter unrefrigerated.
- The ever begging, please promote this new granola bar email from a PR firm. So let me get this straight. You’re a PR firm, that’s probably at some point getting a pay check from the best new amazing granola bar in the world. Now you want me to spend time constructing a semi interesting post, with fully edited amazing photos for free all for the price of this amazing bar I could have purchased at best case for $2.99 at Wholefoods (or worse case $0.25 at Shaws)?
- The ever begging, I will stalk you down until you find ways to block me, please let me write this completely unbiased sponsored post on your blog from India/Nigeria/Macedonian teenagers – These emails will be broken into one of two types. 1. The hire my amazing hax0rz SEO skills or 2. Please post this exact amazing guest article filled with follow links (probably prepared by the same people who are selling you their haxors SEO skills)
The fake it until you make mentality
Maybe it’s because I grew up taking Holden Caulfield a little too close to heart, but I am getting really tired of fake followers, fake ads, fake bots, fake viral videos (is it really viral if a PR firm worked on it?) and everything in between. The truth is with followers, likes, clicks, joins and all of that being so cheap (hey everyone needs a job), finding a space with any integrity is harder with each day. I mean shit, we just elected the next president of the U.S. based on fake news and our hatred of established women. And yes, I used to fall into this comparison trap of wanting to fit in and have likes, but I’m getting older and more tired (or just more lazy) and no longer want to follow people in hopes of them following me back by accident. Does this make me a horrible disillusioned quarter life crisis (what’s a word for 1/3rd life?) millennial? Probably.
I still want to write
Despite my soap box, I still want to write and have journals filled of topics nobody will see and a drive full of photos I’ll one day edit. In reality, I need to get past the I will do this later and just post in the moment. Maybe my photos are not the best and most Instagram worthy and maybe a google search will give you better bang for your 2 seconds of bucks. Maybe my race recap is about as a repetitive as the 45,000 other runners or 500 other runners depending on the event, but it’s still my little space of the internet and history. Besides, with all the typing I do in my life, I can’t read my own handwriting anymore, and if it’s not posted online, did it really happen?