Ok, there is some reflection about blog and blogging itself. 100 posts – is it worht it?

So, I blogged in some way since the Internet appeared in my life. Personal diaries, tries of professional blogs, moodboards, etc. Real friends and loved ones were found thanks to all this stuff.

And now I’m here, with 100 multilingual posts behind, on total non-professional non-personal brand blog (look at domain, heh). Different topics, designs, desires to use another blog engines. Failed posts series like “Moments”, “weekly” or “recent thoughts”. Half practical, half abstract philosophical posts, almost without personal life.

Is it ok for me? I think yes, at least now. I like the direction, like the tempo. Does this blog make me a better writer? Hard to judge, but it certainly makes me think more clearly for some things, myself included.

Before I often had intrusive thoughts to clear off blogs and start over (and many times I did this). I was unhappy with quality of posts or idea itself, I tried to go in all directions possible, be vulnerable and cold professional at the same time. Tried to copy favorite bloggers, tried to surpass myself without solid core and willingness. Now I look at non-perfect history of my blog and I’m at peace with it. It’s my history, I’m not perfect, and neither is my blog.

I also often want to combine personal blog with long posts with micro blog formats, but every attempt failed. And now I understand it’s not for me. I read some people in different networks, but the whole micro blog idea is not attractive to me anymore. Shallowness, influencer and bait environment, toxicity, you name it.

But those conclusions about myself weren’t possible without recurring experiments, bad posts, failed tries and so on. And I am thankful to myself for this.