I don’t even know how I got there, but yesterday I came across Things I can’t Say About Blogging.
And I left with a heavy heart.
Readers were asked to submit their thoughts about blogging. That was the prompt. Completely simple. And what followed was an incredibly long list of submissions filled with self doubt. Here’s an example:
I always feel a few steps behind the social media curve. Making changes to the the html on my blog scares me via Deidre at JDaniel4′sMom
And another one:
Sometimes I catch myself basing my own self esteem off of my blogs stats. I know it’s horrible, and I need to stop checking them. I am better than a bunch of numbers via Jessica at Spit Up Chronicles.
Sure, I’ve felt the pinch every now and again, but PLEASE STOP DOUBTING YOURSELF!
Stop apologzing and trying to fit in. And then feeling bad about everything. More than that: stop feeling guilty and scared!
Specifically, don’t read this and feel bad about feeling bad.
Say to yourself today — in a very Jay-Z way — that you are the greatest. Then, proceed accordingly.
Walk around the house, like the picture says up there, like a fucking champion. Because, you know what, you are.
It takes a champion to carve out time for herself and creativity. It takes a champion to create a story. To learn something new. To be an active participant in change. To be a mass broadcaster. Even if that mass is 100 followers on Twitter or 40 on Facebook. Everyone has to start somewhere.
Even if you are “writing for yourself” that should lift your spirits. It should be enough. Why? When was, seriously, the last time you dedicated any time to yourself?
It’s not such a bad thing, right?
Any good writer writes. And writes a lot. So, on your worst day, chalk it up to that.
Finally, and I’m just going to use myself as an example here because I can, I used to check my stats every day and care about Klout and this and that and then one day I just stopped. I check Klout never. I check blog stats once a month. And I tweet, maybe, thrice per day.
I really need to work on the tweeting part. But otherwise, I am happy. I write, you find me, and the rest is butter.
If there is a post I wrote that I really believe in then I try and more people find me, but I’m not losing sleep over it. And I’m already a terrible mother, so I’ve got that covered.
Pretty please with a cherry on top, have fun out there.