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Post Zero – Why are we here?

My cat, sleeping on my pillow, getting the beauty rest she deserves

I guess it’s only appropriate to start off with something super basic and meta. Why did I make a blog? What is the point of blogging?

Sure, let’s start there, a basic introductory post.

I’m currently writing in my apartment, my cat is curled up on the chair next to me and I’m still in my pajamas. Professionalism is dead.

Why did I make a blog?

Because I wanted to? That’s the stupid sarcastic non-helpful answer, but it also holds some real elements of truth. I wanted to make a blog because I thought that the things I say would maybe be relevant to other people. I wanted to put my thoughts out there. I wanted to see what they could do in the wild, floating freely along the networks of todays internet. How big is a packet anyway?

I went to this blogging workshop hosted by Write Speak Code, and while the whole thing was a little unorganized and frantic, it was also super helpful. It put me in this position of needing to write and not having time to second guess myself but just going. It was hard and annoying and I didn’t finish the post that I was supposed to and it was also super liberating. Wow! You can do this! You actually can put thought to page and make something! I had a really helpful writing partner who gave me the feedback I needed and together we set a goal. In the next month I would have actually created a blog and she would have actually applied to some coding workshops. (I have a lunch date with her in two weeks – hopefully we can both report success)

What is the point of blogging?

There isn’t really a point of blogging to me, other than putting thoughts out into the world. I’m not good with short form micro-blogging like Twitter, and I grew up just a tad too young to have fully immersed myself in the Live Journal craze of 2005, but I’ve always liked the idea of blogging. I’m sure the point of it will come to me, but in my scant almost-26 years on this planet I’ve noticed that if you have something you want to say, chances are there will be someone who will want to listen.

I don’t expect to become a Blogger (note the capital B). I don’t want to spend all day every day writing things for people on the internet, to me that’s not the point. The point is a casual relationship, but one that keeps me accountable. I can think all day long, but if I don’t put those thoughts somewhere, then theres almost no point in thinking them.

When I was 12 I had an app idea. The iPhone had just been announced. The App Store didn’t exist. My mother was still printing out MapQuest directions whenever we were gonna go somewhere. I told my parents about my app idea. They looked at me like I had three heads. The technology that would be required to make it work didn’t exist yet. But I didn’t know that, I grew up in the digital age where if you had an idea, it had already been made by someone three days previously.

No one made my app idea.

Then this past year, Google rolled out a beta version of my app. 13 years after I had the original idea, Google was finally implementing it. I wonder what would have happened if I had sat down, learned the tech, figured it out, and actually built the thing. I’m a developer, I have the brain to do that. I just didn’t do it.

I’m blogging because it’s doing something. It’s a small step, it’s not making apps and solving the problems of the world, but it’s a step in that direction. It’s a way to take control of my life. To remind myself that I have abilities and capabilities.

I’ll probably get bored. I’ll probably not post for months at a time. But this will be here. My monthly subscription reminding me of earned potential.

And if I can have a blog, what else can I do?

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