When I went to BlogHer a few months ago I knew I was out of my league with some of those people when I realized there were there to learn how to increase their traffic. Some talked about how many 'hits' they get a day or week or month. Advertising seemed to be of the utmost importance for some.
Me? Could care less. For the most part that is.
I admit, I do get all giddy when I have 12 comments on one post. Hell, I get giddy when I have 5 comments.
I blog not because I have to or because I intend on making money. I don't even have hopes that someone will see my writing and ask me to write somewhere else, although that would be a big confidence booster. I don't blog to change the world or the opinions of others.
I blog because I want to remember. I want to remember the little things that will inevitably slip my mind and fall to the wayside. I blog because someday I hope that my children, when they get older, will be able to read my words and learn a little something about their mother. (Hi kids! I love you!)
My children won't care about how many 'hits' I get. Or how many comments I got. They probably won't care what other people thought when they read what I wrote. Until they read this particular post they won't realize that my number of comments I get is almost proportionate to the number of comments I make on other people's blogs.
I'm no professional writer by any stretch of the imagination and I have no hopes of being one. Even a semi-professional writer status is nothing I aspire to be. What I do aspire to be is honest and thoughtful and entertaining.
I honestly am looking forward to reading these posts years from now. Chances are I'll roll my eyes at my own writing and probably be mortified that I wrote some things. But I'm really looking forward to remembering those moments that I talked about earlier. The ones that got away.
I look forward to capturing those forgotten moments. That's why I blog.