Does everyone know the country music song “Family Tradition” by Hank Williams, Jr.?
Part of the refrain:
Hank, why do you drink?
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
It’s a very popular song among certain bar crowds. As I am not a country music aficionado, nor a bar crowd devotee, you’re wondering–aren’t you?–how I know this song and why it’s crooned its way into this blog?
I know the words to this song because my husband, Barry, is in a band. They usually play classic rock, but lately more country songs have been sneakin’ their way into their song list.
Several times, in the past months, he’s broken into unexpected song at the kitchen table when someone–usually me–asks a question which starts with “Why…?”
Hank reveals that the answer to his “why” is that it’s a Family Tradition.
Lately, about once a month, I have been wondering why I blog. Suddenly it doesn’t feel clear. Why? What’s the intent? The answer feels fuzzy. Unknown. Uncertain. I have no idea why I’m blogging any more.
“Why do I blog?” I ask Barry.
He rolls his eyes.
“Hank, why do I blog?” he sings.
Yesterday I started two blogs and discarded them both. The first blog discussed spiritually “growing up” on my baby blog, Simply Here. (Oh pardon. It’s no longer a baby blog. It’s an adolescent blog. I talk about spiritual things over there.)
The blog started, gathered steam, and then just stopped.
“Why am I even writing a blog?” I asked. And pushed “delete”.
Three hours later came a window-washing session. How many of you LIKE washing windows? How many of you HATE washing windows? And how do 80-year-old women perch on kitchen counters washing the outside of their windows without losing their balance, falling out the windows and dying? How come we don’t hear more about elderly women falling out of windows while attempting to wash them?
Pretty soon I was writing an internal monologue about window washing. Scampered over to the computer to jot it down. But, alas, the thought intruded, “WHY do I do this? Why am I writing blogs?” And that blog too, stalled with indecision.
“Barry, why do I write blogs?” I asked when he came in the door after work.
“Hank, why do you blog?” Barry sang in reply. (There’s a wise guy in every crowd.)
My old answers would have been:
1) To share stories.
2) To share photos.
3) Because my heart goes pitter-pat pitter-pat when I write.
4) To show people what it’s like to live in the Upper Peninsula woods, near Lake Superior. Oh, and the six other places I visit each year.
5) Because I’ve wanted to write since penning the words at age twelve “I want to be a writer” in a small gold heart locket. Wore that locket around my neck for three years. So this is fulfilling karma.
6) I cannot tell a lie–another reason for continuing to blog regularly is because people seem to like these blogs.
Currently, all of those reasons are being re-considered. I’ll let you know what answers–if any–ever arise.
In the meantime, here’s my question for you, fellow bloggers. Hank, why do YOU blog? Has your reason changed over time?
P.S. But, then again, why do we do anything? Why did I post Rome photos in a blog about blogging? Why did the Colosseum exist? Hank, why…?
P.S.S. Thank you, Kiah, for letting me use all your old pictures from our trip. You are the best to share your photography. I won’t even ask why you do it. 🙂