BLOGGER’S ROLE? IT DEPENDS ON . . . ?

The blogger’s role depends on context.

And money.

If someone offered you $25,000 per post, and they give suggestions?

Come on, you’d listen, I’d listen. Who wouldn’t listen?

But who would start writing?

For clarification, no one has offered boomerpdx $25,000, $2500, $250, $25, or a quarter.

You see where this is going?

I mean, I respect money, I accept money.

I blog about money.

Productive Blogging tells how to make money blogging in 20234,

I like money. Send me a check if you have doubts and I’ll cash it.

This isn’t a money scheme blog by a travel blogger selling credit cards, but it’s full of travel posts, for better or worse.

Besides, I see the blogger’s role in money as advisory, not monetized.

Now you’re thinking, ‘DavidG must be retired,’ and you’d be right.

Retired blogger writing about retirement, bang for the buck, and the best fifty-five and over boomer communities?

No, Florida For Boomers has that covered.

Mine is not that kind of retirement. No gold watch, no rocking chair on the back porch, not ‘active retirement.’

 

So What The Hell?

Any success here will be accidental.

Like I’ve accidentally posted over 3500 bangers, accidentally upgraded my hosting, and accidentally get spikes of readers.

When that happens it’s time to celebrate, make a big deal out of it, then wonder how it happened.

I know how it happened. My blogging stock portfolio:

Desperate readers found a melodic voice of writing they just could ‘t resist.

Frantic readers found a place to take a breath online before diving back into why Facebook is down, remembering password, and Super Tuesday at the polls.

The spike could have been from this:

 

I had a neighborhood bar back in the early 80’s that was more fun than expected.

The owner was a chef, his wife the bartender. Great food and fun company less than a block away from my NW Portland, Oregon apartment.

One day four women sat at the bar chatting with their bartender buddy.

I was close enough to listen in.

 

Could have been this:

 

The weed stores all over Oregon, except Baker County, have ruined the weed experience.

Like any retail business, like Dollar Tree, you walk into a weed store, make a purchase, and walk out.

Normal, right?

The old normal:

You call somebody who calls somebody who sets a time to meet in a parking garage in the next county.

 

Frankly Speaking

I have a Christmas-time birthday and always thought it was all about me.

(I still do)

It makes the holiday season more fun for others with a December birthday.

“This is your birthday/Christmas present.”

“I couldn’t find any birthday wrapping paper, so Happy Birthday.”

 

With that experience in my back pocket, and getting over it like I got over gagging on green peppers, BoomerPdx is not hateful, spiteful, full of self pity, or a breeding ground for contempt.

A reader looking for family feels, love, marriage, and millennials? Search topics in the search box in the side-bar.

My blog is named boomerpdx but it’s not a typical boomer blog taking a victory lap of self-congratulations for avoiding all of those icky things below my status. (My status? Lol)

It is informed by certain activities, like weight lifting with intent.

Ask the next sixty-nine year old when they did a 5 X 5 of incline dumbbells starting at 35 lbs, and adding ten pounds each set, up to 75 lbs.

In each hand. Five reps. It was hard and it was awesome and it was yesterday.

You can’t cheat that.

 

Find The Right Blogger’s Role

When you train your brain to write blog posts every day it’s a matter of keeping the door open for inspiration.

There are stories around every corner, if not right in your face.

I look around the corner. I walk around the block.

Sunday the block extended to just over four miles with kids and dogs. You know, family.

My role is not trying to walk someone down then shit-talking about letting an old man burn them out. (Hey Mandy)

The idea here, the blogger’s role, is knowing when enough is enough.

Know when it’s time to quit, to walk away, to flick it in.

In other words, when to hang it up.

Emmylou Harris has a line about a failing relationship in a song, “I won’t keep this urge to go all bottled up inside.”

‘Urge to go’ fear sounds like the constipation meds are about to kick in.

The idea she’s singing out is more about living free and clean, and honestly.

If you’re a married millennials, or considering it, give the parents a silent evaluation.

Is it second, third, or fourth spouse? That doesn’t mean marriage, your marriage, is doomed.

If it’s a first spouse, if your parents are still married to each other, but you can feel the hate, the tension, the who-gives-a-fuck?

Repeat after me: Other people’s dysfunction is not my dysfunction. I’ve got my own, thank you very much.

Talk about both sets of parents before making a bigger commitment. They’re going to be around your eventual kids.

If the other person refuses to talk about their parents, they get a pass if they were war criminals, SDS bombers, or cult leaders.

Don’t press if your partner’s parents barely communicate and the dad is a bankrupt career criminal.

Let it ride if the male-figure has a record of cheating and lying on top of more cheating and lying.

Just be sure the partner’s siblings aren’t infected with the same contagion.

If you’re not sure, run away instead of getting closer. Then what?

 

Face The Challenges Of The Next Day With A Blogger’s Role

No matter who you are, or where you are; no matter your race, creed, or religion; your post code, street name, or region, you take a first step every day.

You either take a first step every day, or you’re helping someone take a first step.

Otherwise you’re dead, or might as well be.

Picture a clear road with a manageable goal: Getting to the end.

Then start over.

A life of new starts is a life of possibility.

We all like possibilities.

How about that blogger’s role?