When I started my blog, I never thought I’d care about traffic. I mean, the fact that people even commented was some sort of miracle.
But today, it hit me that maybe I actually care. Kinda…
You see, ever since my dad’s tumor took over my life, my food posts have been nearly non-existent. A week goes by where I just ramble and whine and I see a major drop in traffic. I want to not care. I really, really do. Cause in the large scheme of things, traffic in meaningless. But knowing that I had an audience and lost people hurts. Its like your in a play and people come and walk out. It hurts less when its just a few people show up.
The only thing different this week from other weeks is my lack of food posts.
Funny how food attracts us so. But life is not all about the food. Eating disorders are not “all about the food”. And here’s a shocker, food blogs are not all about the food.
Don’t get me wrong. Food is great and all. It brings us together and gives us a reason to go out and travel. But food is fleeting. You have some, eat it, and its gone. You can’t cherish it like you can a human or a feeling. Food, even astronaut food, has an expiration date. Feelings last. Places and objects last. Memories last. Food (and sex for that matter) can be a wonderful experience. But its over eventually. But that feeling I get when I’ve made someone laugh or smile. Ahh, that feeling lingers a while. Longer than it takes me to scarf a cookie.
I have a point…..I promise.
Ok, I lied. I don’t have much of a point. I’m just pissed my readers care more about food than what have to say. Since I took a break of recipe developing this week, I’m recycling an oldie but goodie because I got a call today that this recipe won second place for the North Carolina Sweet Potato Blog contest.
Hey Charlie Sheen, I’m “winning”!