I began blogging a couple of months ago because I’d read that I could make money by blogging. But I created a blog that doesn’t lend itself well to affiliate marketing.
Long-term unemployment and widowhood has led me to a marginalized existence. I’ve contributed to my isolation by withdrawing from some former activities and social contacts. I feel that I’ve done this for my own good and so that others are spared the gloominess that is my life at the moment. Of course, it’s not really gloomy but I feel that I have little to contribute since my friends and family seem to have much more normal lives.
My writing is giving me purpose that I am not getting from my daily job search and life in general. I enjoy reading other blogs and am envious that others seem to write with such ease. I’d like to think that my writing will improve over time.
Knowing that other bloggers are reading my posts makes me feel that the writing might be worth the effort. I don’t feel so alone anymore.