The Ultimate Goal of Not Having a Goal

One of my oldest and dearest friends Kenn has kept his blog, Dairy of a Madman, since 2002.

Two thousand and two. Seven years.

His first post discusses films, both ones he’s watched and one he’s about to make called “Goodnight, Moon.”

A recent post mentions me and this whole teaching blogging notion.

I’m guessing he’s written hundreds if not thousands of entries. Some short, some long, a few achingly beautiful.

He does it for fun. That’s his blog, take it or leave it.

For those of you who want to get “serious” about your blogging, I would strongly recommend thinking about and then defining your goal. But it’s perfectly OK to just blog for the hell of it. Mothers-to-be sharing the excitement and fear of popping out a baby. Disgruntled cubicle monkeys venting safely in anonymity about horrid bosses and jobs.

Blogging should be fun, whether you have an ultimate goal or not. I’ve seen too many dead blogs, in which the blogger lost steam, ran out of things to say. It wasn’t fun anymore. When they opened that window to post, all they felt was dread.

If you haven’t posted to your blog in awhile, don’t worry. Open the window, and start writing. Take a step, then another.

And see if you don’t rediscover why you started the darn thing in the first place.

Kudos to Kenn, for seven years of sheer whatever. When the blogger’s having fun, I’m having fun, too.