I spend most of the day on my own. When I left work, the lack of sociable was the hardest to get used to. No water cooler, or shared kettle, around which to discuss celebrity gossip, fun tv programmes, or put the world to rights. Just me, all day, every day.
I happened across a blog. Then I clicked on some links and found some more. And more. Eventually, I was brave enough to comment, and interact with strangers.
I decided to explore Facebook, and found it to be a good way to keep in touch with people I actually know, but don’t see too often.
Then came Twitter. Hours vanished. News before it hit the presses. Gossip and comedy. Celeb types to follow, real people to interact with. I know all about the former political advisor who got upset because a screenwriter accepted an honour (a day out, a bit of bling, and less clout than a Blue Peter badge). I know what music I’m going to be listening to soon. I know who shouts too much. I even know what the glossy author turned high-profile politician has been doing – surely on behalf of her constituents?
I took the leap to become a blogger. I never dreamed that it would give me structure, purpose, confidence, connections. I was hoping for a bit of space to clear my head, to encourage me to tell stories, but blogging has done so much more for me.
It’s given me a spring to my step, the assurance that my voice deserves to be heard, friendship.
I’ve got the sociable back. Social media: it does what it says on the tin.
picture from Flickr
This is an entry to Sidey’s weekend theme ‘Social Media’– for last weekend!