A Year in the Life
When did Dogs or Dollars start? Thats a hard question to answer. Maybe not hard. Squishy. A squishy question to answer. A year ago I was a gal with a neglected blogspot address. Something I’d fiddled with from time to time since shortly after The Leap in 2009. 2009 seems like a really long time ago. ‘Dogs or Dollars?’ the question started even before that. In 2008. When Corporate America laid my ass off. For nearly four years I’ve been wrestling with these choices. First kicked to the curb by my Corporate Masters, then trying and succeeding (to varying degrees) to claw my way away. Four years.
I’ve only been talking to you for one. The bulk of it from the above location. With my return to servitude (not a success really), I rid myself of one of two jobs (the one I liked of course) and thought “Hey, I’ve got some free time. Let’s start that blog again!” Here’s when I thought it. That was also about the time I thought “Hey, let’s start a garden!”, “Hey, let’s can some food!”, “Hey, I bet the dogs wouldn’t really eat chickens!” Turns out I was right about that last thing. Whew. All of that. All of it. One year and 300 posts ago. Today.
Now seems an appropriate time to exit if I’m gonna. There would be some grace to that. A year long look at my life. All the trials and tribulations and overanalysis inherent there in. Then I’m out. I don’t get many opportunities to exit gracefully. That’s probably because when I do, I don’t take them. I’ve thought about it. About how, this blog, this meager little corner of the interwebs, that ain’t much to look at. This blog right here. It’s a lot of damn work. With that “Hey, let’s!” stray thought last year, I pretty much took up a whole ‘nother job. One that’s been cathartic for me. One that people read and contribute to. A fact which makes me heart swell, and sing, and swoop, and do all sorts of poetic thump thumps. A second job I can do at home. I can take with me on vacation. Something I’ve always wanted to do. And I did. More poetic thump thumping.
It just doesn’t pay very well. Or at all.
Is that the point? I’d like to say no. Psshaw. Of course not. I do this because I love you guys! And I do. That part is true. I totally underestimated the value of engaged, smart, thoughtful readers when I started this thing. Mostly because I didn’t have any. And then you all showed up. My socks are continually knocked off by that. Compensation would be nice. It’s just pretty unlikely. Money making blogs are like winning the lottery. Or striking it rich in the stock market. It’d be swell. The chances are slim. Especially if you are me.
I could run ads for payday loans. Or breast enhancement. Or processed food. All obnoxious. All kind of anti-Dogs or Dollars in my No Big Box, Conscientious Consumerism elitist way. I could write better titles. I could research SEO and tailor my content accordingly. I could tackle the holy grail of actual How-To posts. Not just self deprecating ones. I could make the content here more useful to you, my readers new and old, who see fit to click and read and comment. I should cater to you. You certainly deserve it. Less whiskey tango foxtrot. More kibble enhancing. Small problem in that, I don’t actually want to tell you what to do. Unless we are talking about dogs. In which case, let me lace up my bossy boots.
I could do all those things. The truth is though, I don’t have the time. I’m living the life that provides the content of this here chronicle. Maybe it’s not useful. For now, it’s the best I can offer you.
So here we sit. You and me. I write. You read. One car wreck, $16k in debt repayment,
five I mean eight Chicken Ladies, an Ugly Garden, one The Husband, seven dogs (I said it!) and innumerable successes and failures later. Plus one year. Thank you.
I’ll keep going for now. If you keep reading. I might take a long weekend though.
And, I’d really like to pick your brain a moment.
Why do YOU read Dogs or Dollars?
What brings you back?
What do you want to see more of?
And what do you wish I’d drop already?