This month marked one full year since I published my first blog post. I was so nervous to do it, I physically shook, and whilst I was finding my feet I had a few good posts, a few great posts and a few that were absolute twaddle. (It turns out my 2nd year English teacher was right- I do waffle.) Besides learning when to write a post and when just to accept you had nothing of interest to say for a month and a half, I’ve learned a lot about blogging as a whole. I thought I wanted to write a ‘my first year as a blogger’ type of post to share those things and mark the occasion, which is how this post originally started, but it has since been written and re-written about four times.
I found a love for bloggers because they’re ‘real’. They aren’t celebrities, they don’t usually have a massive bank balance, they have jobs, homes and families and everything that comes with them, like the rest of us. In a world where much of what is presented to us online is “fake”, we’re grasping for what isn’t and although I know it can’t be said for all, I’ve found that for the most part bloggers are not only very down to earth but they are genuine.
I could have gone on about how surprised I was that there wasn’t an ‘every man for himself’ mentality amongst bloggers, that social media can be a lot of pressure or that I’m shocked people even took an interest in me. I could talk yet again about how wonderful my own little group of blogging friends are, or about all the adventures we have. Instead, I’d rather talk about you.
You are a very important individual, because you’re exactly that – individual. You’re unique, and although (like me) you might be influenced by other people who seem to have a great sense of style and follow the cliches, you have your own way of doing things. There’s no-one else who does everything the same way you do. That being said, when we’re managing our online presence we can fall into a trap of ‘that’s not insta-worthy’ and ‘no-one wants to read that’ and so we start to vet our posts.
Why, though? Growing up we were all told “the world would be boring if we were all the same”, so why do we want to pretend we’re the same as everyone else?
I’ve found myself not posting something because I didn’t think anyone would want to see another crocheted blanket, even though I’ve worked so hard on it for weeks that my hands ache, or because the photo wasn’t great quality (although that’s more me being extremely pernickety, as always). Some things don’t need to be shared, but we shouldn’t be held back from posting about the things we enjoy and take pride in because of what others might think of us.
Although I want to share and be approachable and relatable, there will always be a limit to that, but on the other hand, nothing of what I ever do share is untrue (as sad and old-fashioned as some of it is), and even if I follow a cliche, I’m not going to post something I don’t like just because everyone else is. We shouldn’t be held back by worrying about what the cool kids might think of us. I really do crochet and weave every waking hour I can. I really do try to be positive and pleasant to everyone at all times. I genuinely drink more tea than I should and have a mug collection that’s starting to get out of control (according to my husband, the cupboard police- mug division). I really do think my dog is the cutest creature to ever have existed (because he is).
Too many people say they can’t post something or write about it because it wouldn’t get likes, people aren’t interested or no-one else is doing it. If someone isn’t interested maybe they aren’t your tribe- and that’s fine, you’ll find the ones who are. Really, what does it matter if someone doesn’t double tap and comment? When we peel it all back, we’re all blogging, posting photos and saving pins for ourselves. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you are less. YOU are wonderful. YOU are unlike anyone else. YOU have your own sense of style. YOU don’t need to pretend to be anything other that who you are. All the ‘big bloggers’ don’t change themselves to fit in to people’s expectations, why should you?
P.S. I 100% had cake because it’s my blog’s birthday. Any excuse for cake.