Back in 2005, in the blogosphere there was the raging idealism of the counterculture. We were there for others, to improve the world, and to create a fresh kind of communications. I couldn't believe all my new wonderful friends like my blogging coach Paul Chaney and early linker Toby Bloomberg. We all waited, the way the readers of Charles Dickens serialized novels anticipated the next installment, the book "Naked Conversations" by Robert Scoble and Shel Israel. That was the bible.
Then everything changed. Some of us discovered snark, or how to use the blog platform for attacking a person, place, or think and without being sued. No one was disappointed in the quality and intensity of my snark.
The next phase was repentence about snark. Among the bridges burnt had been some which we found could be useful to us as the economic crisis worsened. In addition, the shock of such hard times got us thinking why the hell did we waste our time with snark. Finally, some among us did grow up.
Then blogging got to look like it was on its last leg. Was everything going the way of short form? Well, blogging did come back. But there are so many of them that the experience isn't at all heady.
The amazing thing is that sudden-interest-change me stuck with this medium. I got better and better at it. Because I did, I worked in the past as a contract blogger for AOL and now for Motley Fool. The number of page views a blog under a big brandname can attract is amazing. That's what's heady.
But the most important payoff has ben some kind of inner centering. Through blogging about X experience or Y experience I can gain perspective on it. If there is such an entity as peace of mind, thanks to blogging, I have experienced that now and then.