The Day I Started Blogging

Although I’ve been blogging off and on since 1999, it wasn’t until I wrote this post about walking away from my job at Microsoft that I felt my blog had a purpose beyond the fact that I enjoyed writing.

Up until that time, I’d written over 1000 posts that covered various topics ranging from gadget reviews to thoughts on becoming a father. But something changed with that post. I was more open than I’d been before. I exposed a number of my faults. But, for whatever reason, I hit on a topic that many people could relate to.

I’ve received dozens of emails about that post. One person called me a knucklehead for leaving a stable job with the largest software company in the world. A few thought I should have handled the situation better than I did, and I agree with them. But most were very supportive. One memorable email came from a lady who told me her job was making her sick, but she didn’t realize it until one of her friends forwarded her a link to my blog. She left her job a few weeks later and wrote to tell me about it.

As I was thinking about this today, I had a short chat with a friend I’ve not seen for many years. I asked how he and his family are doing along with a few more questions to get caught up. And then he said something interesting. He said, “I suppose I should return the favor and ask how you’re doing, but I already know because I’ve read your blog for years”.

I encouraged him to start a blog and he said he didn’t have time. That’s the most popular excuse I hear. Occasionally I’ll hear “I don’t have anything interesting to say” or “Nobody would read my blog”.

But I wish more of my friends and coworkers would blog. I’ve become increasingly suspicious of people who don’t blog. I wonder what they have to hide. I don’t buy the “I don’t have the time” excuse. What they should say is, “It’s not important enough to me to make the time”. I want to know what makes them tick.

To those who are considering starting a blog, my one bit of advice is to write from the heart. Be honest. It’s fine to detail the good and the bad. A wart here or there reminds us that you’re human. That’s what real life is about. Blogs that are devoid of any disappointment or sadness come across as having been written by someone nobody can relate to.

It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly 10 years since I walked off the job and another 9 years before I blogged about that experience. At the time I felt I was opening up too much. Showing my imperfections. What if a potential employer came across the post? What will my friends think?

I had nothing to worry about. Just the opposite. It was the beginning of my blog as I know it today.

One thought on “The Day I Started Blogging

  1. I realize the topic of this post was different than that of your original one, tho it’s what I immediately connected with.

    I too, have quit a job that was difficult to get, stable and had incredible career advancement potential. The general consensus was that I was stupid or crazy. At the time, it made perfect sense and probably was the right move. Or maybe it wasn’t, but I made a decision based on the information and feelings that I had at the time. I made a bold choice.

    Now, I’m making that same choice, but in reverse. I may be returning to a re-incarnation of that job.

    I always like to say that sometimes, in my life, the shortest distance between two points is not a straight line. I accomplish tasks in an order that other people, or myself, simply don’t understand at the time. I accept that, kind of. It seems to work.

    As far as starting my own blog goes, I just don’t know. I’m such a twitter guy. Just short one-liners as I think of them. And also, there is the design aspect to a blog, for which I have zero talent.

    And, yes, there are large chunks of my life that I don’t want open, tho I could easily write around them.

    We shall see.


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