Come, Follow Me

What’s been rolling around in my brain recently? An article I read in the New York Times. The title of the article is “Confessions of a Tweeter”. With a title like that, I couldn’t pass it up. If you tweet or blog, I recommend reading it.

I’m not a prolific tweeter as most of my followers know. I’m more of a voyeur because it’s hard to be interesting all of the time. When I first opened my Twitter account, I tried it and just couldn’t manage being quippy and funny even 5 times a day (unlike the 20-30 times a day like Mr. Carlat). I think too much and mull things over too long.

What kind of pressure would feel if you had 25,000 followers? I would feel a huge burden to be entertaining all of the time and could see how that could turn into an addiction.

As I was reading the article, I was thinking about my blog. When I first started it, I tried to blog every day or every other day. It was exhilarating when someone would visit my blog and better yet, leave a comment! “Wow, someone wants to know what I have to say!”

Validation and adulation from strangers! It’s like a drug. I was checking my site stats every day and thinking about my blog all of the time. “What should I write about today?” “Should it be funny or serious, tame or controversial?”

It had begun to consume me. It wasn’t earning me any income, making me any healthier or contributing to my family’s well-being in any way. I actually did have a life, a job, a family. . . the people in my life still needed me to do the things that made their worlds go around. This tug between my new obsession and my life was causing my blog to become a burden, another item on my To Do list.

That’s not what I wanted because I really enjoy blogging. So, now I blog when something strikes me. Sometimes two or three weeks can go by before I feel driven to write. It’s hard to admit, but I can’t be fabulous and compelling all of time!

I’ve struck a balance between my blog and the rest of my life so I’m not ready to give it up cold turkey like the author of the article. I know intermittent posting is not a WordPress recommended way of garnering subscribers, but I’m okay with that. I’m not sure I could I handle 25,000 subscribers!

Has social media hijacked your time? What did you think of the article?

Dear Neighbor…..

This article, Dear Neighbor, Read This Note!,  in The New York Times has inspired me.  Maybe you’re wondering how? 

We have a neighbor that has an unusual compulsion – this compulsion involves the daily use of  the beloved leaf blower.  Neighbor has this noise maker out almost every day (Winter, Spring, Summer & Fall).  If I could tack a note to Neighbor’s door, it might sound a little like this:

Dear Neighbor,

We’ve been neighbors for a while now and have developed a healthy respect for your desire for a super squeaky clean yard (& driveway).  I wish we could support your year-round longing for a spotless yard; however, we are very busy with work, family and well, life, so we are unable to maintain our yard to that admirable level of perfection. 

Thus, we are apologizing for being bad neighbors in that we don’t pick up the lovely trinkets blown into our yard by your awesome yard machine.  It has to be frustrating knowing that some of these items end up back in your yard because we can’t get to them immediately and the wind brings them right back to you.  I know that this is the cause of your daily leaf blowing ritual and this really causes us pain. 

Maybe, if you bagged the unwanted items yourself, it could save you enough time every week so that you could pursue another hobby!  Maybe something like, bird watching, painting, golf, etc. We would definitely miss the daily high-pitched, humming and whirring sounds of the leaf blower, but, this is a sacrifice we are willing to make.

If we ever find ourselves swimming in money, you can rest assured that our first priority will be to hire groundskeepers.


Your Neighbor

I’m sure that these same neighbors could write us a “note” asking us to keep our yard free of debris!  (I do want to point out that our yard always looks fabulous and we get a lot of compliments on it.)  My husband doesn’t usually start raking and bagging leaves until a majority of them are down, otherwise, he would be bagging leaves every weekend from mid-September through the end of November.  Due to this leaf-raking philosophy, some of our Fall leaves do end up in their yard (I’m not sure what’s being blown around in the Winter, Spring & Summer though).  But, what will our kids remember most?  That dad kept a squeaky clean yard or that he was at their soccer and baseball games?

Back to the article, I can relate to some of the issues that the notes addressed in the NYT article because I grew up in an apartment complex (1st thru 12th grade).  You experience things that you don’t experience living in a single-family dwelling in a typical neighborhood.  There is extreme turn-over in your neighbors so it could be a new experience from month to month (good and bad).

I’m sure all of us could write a “note” to a neighbor – people are quirky!