I got an email the other day asking me what I thought about the latest little contretemps in the garden writing world. Fascinating I thought – never heard of it, don’t really care much either way – but give me the gist, I replied. My friend informed me our favorite shit-disturbing tweeter and a young plantsman went tweet-to-tweet over the recent Garden Bloggers Conference in Atlanta. What did I think about that?
And my correspondent included a link to a Garden Blog Ranking page referenced by some of these conversations. Turns out I’m ranked 25th – halfway to the bottom or halfway to the top depending on whether you’re a half-full or half-empty kind of person.
Turns out though these are pretty old data streams. I haven’t had that blog address for over a year now. That’s a dead one so if anybody is trying to rate or use this data, let me simply advise it’s too old for a good comparison. The link to how the numbers were calculated indicates this was actually done in 2009 and many of the variables are no longer even of consequence.
But given I don’t compare my site progress to any other site – just my own year over year – it’s pretty much only good for somebody who needs to brag about the size of their…
And that leads me to the notion of comparing and evaluating blogs.
If you measure your own worth by comparing your work to others, you will always fail. There’s always somebody bigger, better, smarter, dumber or whatever you want to compare against. I try really, really hard not to do that (although I admit it’s tough many times)
Right now, I’m not happy with my own progress and I’m doing a lot of things behind the scenes to fix that but it has nothing to do with anybody else and what they’re doing. In this case, it’s all about my sites.
I know I’m not the most-involved plantsman around (used to be seriously involved and may again in the next year or two but for now, not so much) I’m not the biggest social scene writer out there either – not one of the cool-kids and never have been. I just do my thing for a nicely sized group who seem to appreciate what I can share. And I do it the best way I can for the best effect I can create for both my readers and myself. And I make money doing what I do.
So, if I’m happy and my readers are happy, then that’s all that matters. I don’t really give a damn what others are doing or chewing about their relative place in the universe. Yes, it would be nice to be acknowledged as the biggest or bestest or mostest awards and recognition are pretty nice every now and then but like most things, dustups like the one my friend pointed me to are mostly tempests in a tweetpot.
It’s what my readers and I think that matters.