I would then have to explain to them what a blog was and how it worked.
Blogs are a dime a dozen now and practically everyone has one. In fact, at the end of 2011 there were over 157 MILLION public blogs available for us to read.
That's a lot of people trying to connect.
The other day I was talking with someone who admitted to me that they had no idea what a blog was or how it worked. He said, "I know what a blog is, but I have only looked at one once. Two years ago. And I really didn't get it. What's the point, anyway?"
As I explained to him what blogging was and the community one can create-- right inside your computer-- he looked at me and was speechless. He kept nodding his head in agreement as I would talk about how it connected people in ways that was not possible before.
In the days of yore, women talked with each other over their back fences while they hung the wash. Today we're chatting over our back fence via the Internet and blogs. And that back fence is connecting people in California and Virginia that would otherwise never meet. We can meet people with the same hobbies, and interests or the same struggles and get an instantaneous support system that otherwise was unavailable.
Recording our thoughts is as old as time itself. This isn't a new phenomonen to write your thoughts down.
Nephi was a blogger-- he just used the tools he had available: Gold plates. Moroni, Ruth, Matthew and Enos were all bloggers. They just used what was available to them.
Martha Washington spent two hours every day writing letters to people. Then she would travel around and read her letters to others. She may have thought she had written something particularly funny or poignant and wanted to get some feedback. How is that any different than what we are doing now? It's not. The only difference is our feedback is instantaneous.
In the end, the man I had been visiting with said: "This is incredible, this blogging thing, and I need to make sure I tell my wife. She needs something like this."
Isn't that true for all of us?
We all need friends. We need networks. We need to know we matter. Even if its just to the people inside our computer, those are basic needs that we all have.
Over the past several years I have had the chance to meet many bloggers in person and I have noticed something at each event that I have attended: These women are real women, with real lives. They have real families, with real problems and they have real feelings. They are real.
That's when I had an epiphany: These women are just like me. ME. Little old me.
It's easy in blog land to read others blogs and assume they have the perfect spouse, the perfect children, the perfect house, the perfect wardrobe. The perfect life.
It's super easy to compare what I feel I am not to who I think you are, and what I realized is that in reality, none of us are really that far apart.
We have more in common than we don't.
We love our children fiercely. We honor our spouse. We are daughters, sisters, faithful women, and we love God just as strongly as the next woman. This medium of blogging has connected us-- brought us together-- in a way that never before was possible.
"Wasn't that the point of the book [blog]? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as [we'd] thought." - The Help
Isn't that the point of all of this blogging? To connect? To meet people from all over the country-- the world really-- and to get to know each other; learn from each other; support one another; lift one another; care for one another and to realize " . . . Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as we thought."
And I will be forever grateful for this medium that has brought us all together.