One of the first blogging rules I learned was…
- Decide on a topic and stick to that topic. If you want to cover other topics, start a different blog.
I haven’t followed that rule and, depending on when you became a follower, you may have experienced a very different blog. Five or six months ago, I was sharing the ugly, psychotic truth about the breakup that brought me to my knees. My followers were bloggers dealing with their own relationship crises. Lately, and completely unintentionally, my blog has turned to the lighthearted – recipes and canning and gelato. As the clouds of depression cleared, I found myself playing in the kitchen once again and following my bliss – and my followers have also changed to those who enjoy the culinary arts.
The second blogging rule I learned was…
- Write for yourself (or “write like no one is reading”)
I’ve wanted to write about the following for a while, but I’ve been concerned my “foodie” followers are going to think this post has come out of left field.
I’m a member of a dating site that, in addition to a photo and a profile, includes a romantic compatibility percentage that’s based on questions we’ve answered. Although I don’t rely on this compatibility scale completely, I have definitely ruled out those that don’t hit at least 70% compatibility. I believe a couple should have a good set of shared values and interests to make a strong, connected, relationship – kindred spirits, so to speak. If we’re on opposite sides of the fence to begin with, it’s only going to get worse.
Unexpectedly, a few months after we broke up, I found my ex on the same dating site. For most of the time, I’ve kept his profile hidden. In the past month, it hasn’t bothered me so much and I finally un-hid him. His profile came up in my search the other day. Surprisingly, our compatibility is a dismal 46%. 46 percent? This was the man I loved, the man that seemed perfect for me, the man I could picture growing old with. 46 percent? We never fought; we always seemed to have the same views – we had (I thought) a great relationship. Who was this man? How much did he keep hidden from me? What was he really thinking while shaking his head “yes” in agreement to my observations?
Seven months ago, I thought I would never get over him. I thought I was ruined forever and I had my one shot at happiness. Each week, it gets a little easier (with big thanks to the Wellbutrin). This most recent discovery just helps a bit more to dislodge him from my heart. I deserve better – I deserve more than 46%.
