|Ray Ray's bouquets for Kelly Andrews|
I read "blog mistakes 1-5" followed by "blog mistakes 6-10". Nuts....
I found I make every mistake listed. Including not having a niche. The logic from that is any readers I may have don't know what to expect from me. Which immediately begged the question, people are expecting something from me? Who knew? Is there an implied contract when you write a blog for some kind of expectation?
Oh my, another pressure for an already packed Monday.
And evidently monkey brain writing is a bad thing. (Monkey Brain - inability to focus on what you should be doing and indulging on every shiny object that catches your eye). That's what I do...I am the dog on "Up". He carries on a conversation and right in the middle he jerks his head around and says, "squirrel!"
I read so many blogs that are labeled, "humorous". I didn't realize how important labels were.
I read blogs by smart people and a few loons. I read political blogs, cooking blogs and designing blogs.
One thing I did notice is I rarely pay attention to the ads on the side of the blogs. Unfortunately I did on one blog. After reading the post I trusted her, sort of like meeting a new friend. To support her, I clicked on one of the ads on her page. Sort of like buying wrapping paper from your friend's child for the school fundraiser. And guess what? It was that survey stuff, the quote stuff, the "we will pay you money if you respond stuff" I foolishly clicked on send. My name is now in the inbox of every insurance, diabetes and heartburn salesman in America and I will be unsubscribing for days. I just fielded the first call about the quality of my septic tank. Oh, my....this might be a day where the phone accidentally falls off the hook.
Bloggers please refrain from ads with booby traps...we don't like that.
However not all is lost, I did come away with some good ideas from my hopping. Unfortunately I immediately felt I needed to be based in Silicon Valley to implement them. My background needs to be lighter, information on "about me" should be better. My issues with the computer are epic and it would be so much easier to let someone else fix it, twist it, or just figure it out. I am a great deal like my grandmother who always said, "I am not afraid of work, I can lay down right next to it and go to sleep." I admit I am a classic underachiever who has long accepted the fact I need a staff. People I can happily order about. People who will solve all my little problems, do the heavy lifting and dust when necessary.
I day dream about my imaginary staff. They (that's right, they -I have a substantial number of people on my staff) show up with rakes and shovels when I am doing yard work I don't want to finish with one being an expert with sprinklers.
I imagine they appear with brooms, mops and dust cloths when I don't really want to clean. My staff installed a new oven and did a lot of ironing, cleaned out my closet and brought in new clothes for my new size that was achieved by my imaginary staff of nutritionists and personal trainers.
An imaginary masseuse has arrived with a table and oils in hand and gotten that kink right out of my neck.
My imaginary staff brought in beautiful wooden shutters for my upstairs windows, new carpet and a whole new paint job for my home. And a tag along siding guy who fixed the missing piece of siding on my house.
There is nothing wrong with a healthy imagination, no matter how far fetched. After all William Arthur Ward said, "If you can imagine it, you can achieve it: if you can dream it, you can become it."
Now I am imagining a staff of social media experts who can swoop in and make the necessary changes to the blog and my website.
One change I can't make is removing my monkey brain...I admit it, I follow shiny objects. If something is interesting to me I want the latitude to write about it...no parameters not a niche.
One of the best things that has occurred from my blog came quite unexpectedly. Last week I wrote a personally cathartic piece about my mothers. At the end I put in a line I didn't even think about. Gratitude gives forgiveness a place to grow. Right after I put the blog out my good friend and neighbor, Claudia, added that little phrase to a picture and put it on my facebook page. It came out like this...
An amazing gift because I love everything about this picture. Especially that the flower is blooming right where it is planted, against all possible odds, just like all of us.
So here's to a day of blooming my friends. No matter the odds...no matter the obstacles. Go and be the person you want to be.
Thank you Claudia for the picture, and thank you God for the words.