Taking up blogging as an accidental career has had it’s fair share of highs over the last few years, but in the interest of balance, it’s fair to say it’s thrown up the occasional wobble moment too.
Despite trying to convince myself this is the job of dreams, and celebrating the success of my own making, sometimes, blogging has a way of trying to take you down.
I really hate to be all negative about something I’m passionate about, but here are a few moments when I’ve stopped to question what this blogging malarkey is really all about…
I laugh in the face of bloggers
If you’re a blogger, and you have ever literally had someone laugh in your face at your choice of career / hobby / creative outlet / whatever you wanna call it, then you’ll feel my pain. There’s nothing that can give rise to feelings of self doubt quite like being publicly mocked for your life choices. Yes, it’s happened to me. No, it did not feel nice.
I’d love to write for your site, for FREE!
Oh the hours I have wasted replying politely to decline what appears to be to the SAME PERSON again and again offering to write amazing articles for me on a totally random subject, and for free! There are not enough hours in the day as it is and this is one element of blogging which makes me die inside.
I was emailed by someone who wanted to thank me for my words which had helped her so much through her struggles with motherhood. As she gushed over how my honesty was commendable I really thought maybe I’d made it as a blogger. Thanking her for her kind words, I quipped ‘was she sure she had the right blogger?!’. How I laughed when she emailed me six hours later, apologising that she had in fact e mailed the wrong blogger. #WhyWoulYouAdmitToThat
All the stuff
There was a time when I would have killed to review something, anything through my blog. I squealed the first time I was sent anything, and loo cleaner it may have been, but it was a milestone moment. Three years on, and despite not wanting to sound ungrateful for the endless emails offering toys to review, but we are rapidly drowning in ALL OF THE TOYS. Sadly gifts for review don’t put food on the table. Unless the review involved food to put on the table that is. Still, I’m a sucker for things my girls would love as much as the next Mum, and sometimes it’s too good an offer to say no.
Cinderella shall go to the ball
In a similar notion, as much as I wish I had all the time in the world to commute into central London for champagne lunches, drive the width of Kent from Tunbridge Wells to Canterbury to visit new restaurants, or see new ranges of products, the reality is that this involves childcare, transport costs and a day of my time. It makes me kind of sad that so many event invitations don’t acknowledge any sort of payment for at very least covering expenses, let alone paying a blogger for their time and audience reach. Look, I know I’m no Vicki Psarias, but isn’t it time brands realised and respected the value in bloggers? Again, once the novelty factor wears off, sometimes attending events can be less glamorous than you’d dreamt about.
When the creative writing side of blogging becomes shoved out of the way by the business side of blogging, like any job, it’s fair to say the fun can be a little bit sucked out of it. When you want to write about body positivity or your experiences as a Mum, or a new book you are buzzing to talk about, but you agreed to review a dozen products which are all queuing up to be photographed, written, edited, published and promoted, you can start to feel a bit like you lost your way. Of course there was a time when I only dreamt of getting something back from the hours spent crafting and writing a blog, but that’s not to say it doesn’t come at a price. There are only so many hours in the day and when it’s all piling up you can wonder if this what it’s really about after all.
I know, I know…comparison is the thief of joy, but in a highly visible world of blogging it’s REALLY hard not to compare yourself to others in your field. To see the brands other bloggers are working with, the places they’re going, the book deals, the freebies, the numbers and of course, the social circles. It can be really hard to remain focused on your own end game, objectives and ethics but the fomo can be a little disheartening if you let it get to you. I blame instagram stories.
Ultimately, there is still so much more I love about blogging than dislike about it, and it continues to be something that adds a dimension to my Mum life that gives more than it takes from our family. I just needed to get these things off my chest – other bloggers, what elements of blogging can get you down?
Hey ho, these things are sent to try us, right?!