Blogging Makes Me Feel Old

I'm 54 years old but this blogging stuff makes me feel old. An advisor tells me (advises me) to blog and be authentic; it'll get me higher into Google's search engine. I have no idea.
I feel like I'm writing stuff that no one will read. I could be journaling: same thing. I can't write this fast in my journal, though. (I can type pretty fast and I like to write, you know, the act of putting words on the page.)
So, who knows if this blog is going to do anything for me. Are my clients the kind of folks who shop on the web for management consultants? I don't think so. Might they/she/he be shopping for some coaching services? That's possible. I guess.
Mostly, I feel like I don't know much about being in the game of this web-based marketing. Webinars, teleseminars.
I'm now listening to Paula Cole's latest CD. It's called "Courage" and I think it took a lot for her to put it out.
So, blogging. Even though the younger folks thinks it's "dope" or "fly," I have no such convictions. I feel like a guy with a tie when every one else is wearing a t-shirt, like I'm overdressed for a party to which I didn't get an invitation. Like, what are you doing here?
The picture of the ship above? It comes from a recent National Geographic magazine. A Finnish explorer, Nansen, almost reached the North Pole in 1895 several years before Peary. Nansen built a ship that could withstand the crushing pressure of the ice and flow with it -- quite a trick, I believe. He knew that the ice moved in a pattern, several hundred miles, throghout the winter and took advantage of that movement to allow him and his crew to move closer to the pole without any sleds, skis.
I like reading about guys like that: courageous, smart, ambitious. Reminds me of the possibilities of the human organism. We're not all greedy, selfish, corrupted. Ain't that a good thing.
So, I don't feel so old now. One St. Pauli Girl later and a little writing. It's just writing. What's in my head. Out for now.