A little over two years ago I jumped into the world of blogging because I wanted to do something more with my writing. Like a child, it has evolved over this relatively short period.
In the beginning, before I knew what I was getting myself into, I signed up for a free blog. I thought I didn’t want to pay if it turned out I didn’t like blogging or didn’t want to commit to it anymore. I have kept the same name, but have changed themes and formats several times. Even now, it is not exactly what I want it to be. If I take time to fix the look, then I have less time for writing. So, it works for the time being.
I have wondered (since obviously I am still blogging) if I should invest some money into it and make it more my own. If I do this, then I hope I would be able to add more “do-dads” to it and not be limited to how many widgets I have. This will allow me to make it more personal. I do have one reservation: I am not sure I want to keep my blog name forever and I don’t know if I will have to start all over if I decide to make any future changes.
So, fellow bloggers, how many of you are still blogging for free and how many have put some money into your blog? Please weigh in and share your pros and cons with me so I can make an informed decision. Thanks!
Money – Black and White Money (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
About a month ago as I headed into a coffee shop – my regular Tuesday/Thursday wait spot while my daughter takes a class nearby, a man approached me asking for $1.80 to be exact. Right away he informed me he needed the money to ride the PACE bus. I asked him several questions before I handed over the money.
In retrospect I was being a jerk. I had $1.80 and it wasn’t going to inconvenience me to part with it. He wasn’t just begging like the typical person asking, “Can you spare some change?” or “Can you help the homeless?”. He was specific and didn’t follow the normal protocol and I was suspicious. His carefully rehearsed voice that told a story of needing to take the bus (why?) to see his therapist in the suburbs (why?) to get a new prescription for his medicine. It was then that I backed off on the questions and handed over the money with a smile.
Later I saw him across the street exiting a fast food place with a cup in his hand. At first I was a bit irritated. Had I just been taken advantage of? Had he just used my money to buy coffee? Did he ask another person for money? Then I told myself to let it go. It was a dollar frigging’ eighty cents.
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“What is that, Mom?” Griffin asked, his hand squeezing mine.
I thought about how best to explain what had occurred within the last two decades, but fitting for a four year-old. He had to know because this would be his world.
“Scientists are working very hard to uh,” I wondered if I could lie to my son about the experiments.
“He’s kind of cute,” Griffin dragged his long, furry, paprika colored arm over the fence.
“Stop!” I said, rushing toward him, afraid of what that beast might do.
Griffin stroked his trunk. The creature trumpeted. Smiling, Griffin smacked his lips.
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