I’m a successful business owner and entrepreneur. For the last decade, I have been a CEO, boot-strapping a professional services company into a multi-million dollar enterprise. I don’t write these details to boast in any way; a lot of my success is pure luck. No, I just want to let people know I’m a business professional who takes his position seriously. So it may come as a surprise for some that for the last 35 years, I’ve also been a secret tabletop role-playing gamer.
I was reading the other day about a blogger excited about getting a certain number of followers. Another blogger worried how a change to her site layout was affecting her page views. I’m wondering to myself if my mindset for this blogging experiment is wrong because I could care less about my number of followers or what my page views are. Should I?
Don’t get me wrong; I have no problem with bloggers being concerned about followers or page views. Those are essential benchmarks to ensure they are fulfilling the needs of their readers.
As I stare out my window at a dreary, chilly Saturday morning, I think this might be a good day to relax with my journal, a cup of coffee and a nice warm fire. In other words, it is a good day just to “be”.
I follow a lot of food bloggers, and I’m not sure why.
Don’t get me wrong; I love food; my ample midsection is damning evidence of that fact. But there is no stretch of the definition of a “foodie” that would include me.
I’ve been neglecting this site the last few weeks. Issues at the office have dominated my attention to start the new year, and I’ve been pushing my creative pursuits aside to stamp out a myriad of work fires. But I realize it is a slippery slope. Last year I emotionally crashed and burned after a decade of being dedicated solely to my business. I started this blog site as a way to express myself creatively and regain my work-life balance. So I worry I’m heading down the same destructive path as before.
Blog posts have been few and far between the last few weeks. I have been stuck in the “January Doldrums,” that Bermuda Triangle time period between New Years Day and the “ides” of January. It is a fortnight of “dull,” a two-week long hangover from the holidays. The color and beauty of the holidays are over, and the only reminders of joyous December are the 6 pounds of new “me” hanging over my belt buckle and Aunt Edna’s fruitcake (no, not Uncle Bob). This immortal “confectionery” made it another year uneaten and is now eligible for AARP, and as well as joining cockroaches and Cher as the only things able to survive a nuclear holocaust.