Why I stopped blogging.

Why did I stop blogging? It wasn't that I was busy. I developed a hatred for information.

I once was an avid reader. I traded my novels for academic readings when I commenced my Master of Education (M.Ed). After two crazy years of hard work, I completed my study and simply stopped being the reader that I was. My mind felt completely saturated with information and my brain needed a break. Novels sat unopened on my bedside table and textbooks gathered dust.

Since this time I now read articles, novels, websites and an entire host of different works. I probably have a more broad spectrum of reading material these days. Through my reading, I've become acutely aware of the endlessness of information. Books crowd shelves, magazines multiply, pages pile on tables and the storage on our devices have become full. Information is simply eternal and it's forever changing. Information has become a giant that's hard to tame.

Mitchell Kapor once said;
"Getting information off the internet is like getting a drink from a fire hydrant".

When I was young I had a camera. I recall purchasing 12 exposure Fuji films and on the odd occasion, I'd buy the 24 or even 36 exposure roll. Once the canister was loaded, I'd consider how images would be captured to ensure I was able to take a photo of all that was needed. Once all images had been taken, I took the film to the local chemist for processing and after an anxious 48 hours, I'd return to collect the envelope. I'd quickly peruse the photos to see all the captured memories and experience the disappointment of finding several blurred images. In contrast, smartphones capture hundreds of images that sit within our Camera Roll and when time permits they're transferred across to data hubs that store thousands of images and hours of video content. This example demonstrates how information and data have radically evolved within my short lifetime.



In fact, according to research, there are approximately 1 billion websites and the number grows every second. 153 million blogs exist and there are over 300 million Twitter users, 700 million Instagram accounts and further data indicates that 300 hours of YouTube videos are uploaded every minute. Needless to say, the amount of information is expanding exponentially. There is so much information that it becomes difficult to sift through the pile to find that which is valuable, reliable and credible information. One soon learns that there is a lot of rubbish!

Meanwhile, there is a War on Waste with many people determined to see a reduction in rubbish. Commitment to recyclable programs has proven to significantly reduce general waste production. Systems to reduce our carbon footprint has made significant progress toward saving the environment. While rubbish can be controlled within one community it can be impacted by teams that are less proactive. In result, contamination can occur as rubbish is transferred from one environment to the next. Unfortunately, it becomes a matter of "two steps forward, one step back". Nevertheless, it's progressive.

The same can be said for information. While we may display vigilance and determination in work practice, the overwhelming workload, countless emails and information to sort through to find clarity and meaning can be stifling. Words, numbers, text, sound and media scream for our attention. Our brains often seek to retreat from the information chaos to create sense and clarity of thought. We can do our best to battles the madness; however, like the moving tides, we regularly find ourselves in the same predicament with information infiltrating our life in unwanted ways. Mobile technology certainly doesn't help with notifications, sounds, vibrations and alerts reminding us that new information awaits.



Often I consult websites, browse social media, read books or articles to search for ideas, answers and solutions. Whether on a laptop, iPad, iPhone or my Apple Watch, information is easily accessible. News updates, messages, retweets, likes and Mail compete for our attention and exploit availability. Adding to the problem, I have stumbled across sites providing the testimony of others, their experiences and advice. Stories often have completely different perspectives and in the end, content can be misleading and I've found myself none the wiser.

After these observations, I realised that my own posts, ideas and blog entries were probably adding to the world's woes and contributing to the problem of Information Pollution. My own phrases and sentences were like plastic straws, my Instagram tiles and Twitter posts the plastic bottles and chip packets littering the web. In all, perhaps my work is futile and just rubbish in a world wanting less noise. With this thought in mind, I stopped blogging. Rather than adding to information, I realised I needed to sideline my efforts to conduct mental maintenance.

My reflections may seem insignificant; however, for me, the process has provided personal enlightenment. My voice and opinion do matter. I seek to become more than information and instead be a source of knowledge. Retweets and Likes behave as recycled knowledge and my contribution to the world isn't gibberish or "blah blah blah". I want for my work to be inspiring and unique, providing a positive impact on education. I'm trusting the rubbish ideas that wash up on the beaches are recycled and turned into something useful.

After revisiting my blog and seeing recent views, it's apparent the information I share is valid, warranted and therefore I must continue my work. Some of the articles I have shared have over two thousand views and a recent post on Twitter has had almost 20 thousand views with 69,515 impressions. My focus is on making a difference in the lives of the students I teach and the school at which I work. My posts on Instagram, Twitter, as well as contributions to my blog, are my working journal (theworkpad). I have every hope that my work and the knowledge shared is a natural resource full of richness and value.

I no longer consider my work rubbish but worthy of use.




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