Over the weekend I was reading through my ancient blog archives (Kiwifruit is a whole five years old in September but I began blogging in June'03, so I've been at this blogging lark for almost six years. Does this make me middle-aged in the world of blogging?) and I couldn't help but think to myself, Carrie Bradshaw style, fingertips poised over my laptop, head tilted to the side: If I ever kicked the bucket my family can just hand this URL out and there it would be - an online autobiography: Fi woz 'ere.

I also thought to myself how awesome it was that there's a lot of commenters from way back then that I still connect with. Some still blog, albeit less frequently as they did back then (humph!) but many have abandoned blogging for the glories of Facebook and/or Twitter. One has gone on to choose Flickr alone, and has a dedicated presence there, with friends galore and comments trailing down the page (oh I wish I could Flickr like Barb does!).

And there is one blogfriend who has blogged consistently for almost as long as I have, and as far as I know he hasn't bothered with Facebook or Twitter. Hi Rob!

And there's others who have dropped off the face of the www. completely. For months, even years at a time we communicated, and then after a while there was a general fading away of posting by each of them, one by one, and then nothing. Some of these blogfriends I miss and wish they were still in my cyberlife. Others? Nah, not so much.

What I'm a little sad about now is that blogging seems to be last year's skirt length for those wanting to communicate online. Yes, Facebook and Twitter don't require the dedication, the application, the self-editing, the creativity of blogging but these new kid on the block applications are so much easier and quicker (oh that I could blog on my mobile phone - no, scrap that, I wish I could afford a mobile phone that I could blog on) and that's what we demand in this running race of a world that we live in.

But still, I love my blog the best, and even if I end up just connecting through other means and my visitors and comments dwindle to zilch, I think I will keep on writing this online autobiography of mine.  I hope I will, because as great as it was being able to read the thoughts and anecdotes and recollections of the thirty four year-old me five years on, imagine how wonderful it will be in twenty or thirty years time?

4 And the People said:

That's how I feel too! My blog is the longest I've ever managed to keep a diary of any sort and even though I'm not finding much to say at the moment, I love having it, still.

I started at about the same time as you and I can't think of a single reason I still do it except for the chronicling. I am ever so glad to not be the only "middle aged" blogger out here. :)

CrabAppleLane Rob

Thanks so much for the mention. Life has taken a crazy busy turn this past year and it seemed the easy way out to post photos on flickr with a quick description. I do miss my blogging times and have just recently thought I might get back into it. I think of you so often and I'm always thrilled to see your fabulous photos on flickr.
Cheers and oxox Barb

I started blogging in the spring of 2003 and I haven't thought about quitting once. I do go through phases where it's really hard to write, and I've changed my blog address several times - but I can't see myself completely quitting this.

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