Sometimes I simply don't know

Is the internet the place for me?

Are we tired of talking about social media yet? Maybe it’s the new weather? Anyway, this is not strictly about social media, but about sharing on the internet in general. Because, sometimes I just don’t know why I’m doing this. Why am I sharing my thoughts on the internet (mainly Instagram and Substack, plus a blog in Polish and recently YT, also in Polish)? I don’t think I’m sharing anything special, anything with exeptional worth, so why am I doing this?

I don’t know. I really don’t have an answer to this. Only that I enjoy it, most of the time. But then all the talk about reach, and number of followers or subscriptions can make me feel like it doesn’t make any sense for me. Because I’m not one of those people who get thousands and thousands of followers. I’m not one of those people who make a content plan or make sure there is an important message (value, it should have, they tell me) for the readers.

I’m just me, sharing bobs and pieces of thoughts rattling around in my head. There’s no strategy to it. There even is no niche (unless I’m my own niche). There’s nothing the “specialists” tell me to do.

Maybe I’m not made for the succes. Maybe I’m not made for the internet. Maybe I should just stick to my notebook and don’t bother anymore.

And then I think that not everything I do needs to aim for succes. There’s a better way to go around the interwebs and it’s simply having pleasure in it all and do it my own way. Write and share whatever I want to share, because, as

Louise Tilbrook

said in her recent post, when nobody is watching we can just as well do whatever we like.

So maybe it still makes sense to be here (and there, and some other places) and dance, like nobody is watching.

In praise of lurkers