I’ve been feeling a bit meh lately, especially at things I see on social media. I blame the kids (as always) and think that there must be some sort of correlation between the number of years I’ve been a parent, and the number of fucks I give about so many things. Being a pro-blogger whose sole income is made through online activities this is a bit of a bind. First world problems eh?
Usually I’m upbeat. Ms. Positive. I genuinely try not to dwell too much over the things I can’t control, but it can be hard when everyone else’s best bits are continuously in my face and on my feeds. I’ve known for a long time now that me and social media aren’t best buds – in fact I have written a few times about my love/hate relationship with social networks. In my book I directly advise a social media break to anyone struggling with life.
So perhaps it’s a simple case of needing to take my own medicine, because if I’m being honest, I know that I’ve slipped into bad habits. I’ve been logging into Facebook and Instagram way too much considering I have the needs of three children to meet. I can convince myself all I want that it’s fine to ignore the kids whilst looking at my phone, but I know deep down that it’s unfair on them.
I’m not advocating chaining myself to the kitchen sink, but there has to be a balance. If the little ones end up kicking lumps out of each other so I can upload my latest anecdote or photo, then there is something seriously wrong with that picture.
I can’t even pretend to be a present parent if I have half an eye on social media the entire day!
So it’s time to let go of the notion that I need constant SM presence to be a good blogger. Building up a truly engaged following takes up more time than I have spare.
I did two things earlier this week which have had a massively positive impact. First was un-installing the Facebook app from my phone, which has cut down the time I spend on FB by about 90%. The second was putting my phone on silent, not vibrate, silent. I’ve still been posting, but only once or twice on each FB and IG, and I’ve been able to completely ignore notifications until it’s convenient for me to check them.
So simple, but oh so effective!
Anyone that follows me knows that I’m a useless photographer; I’m just as rubbish at putting together snappy infographics; and I never edit my YouTube videos either. Why not you might ask? Well, because it all takes bloody ages that’s why.
My blog isn’t even a fraction as polished as most of my parent blogging peers, but I made my peace with that a while back. So far it hasn’t stopped me from collaborating with brands or being commissioned to write sponsored posts (which all help me pay my rent). Touch wood this will continue. I need to make blogging work for my entire family, otherwise what’s the point?
I’d also like to use my blog for some greater good, such as raising awareness for campaigns like #SeriouslyAwkward for The Children’s Society. My lovely friend Fiona of Free Range Chick hit the nail on the head on this very matter in her recent post.
You won’t hear that I’m taking a blog break any time soon
I’ve learnt over the years that I need to write, otherwise I start feeling as though I’m going mad. Writing is my creative outlet and ‘thing for me’. I can bash out 500 words in less than ten minutes if I have a flash of inspiration, and I never run out of topics. I don’t really have trouble making space to do the actual writing.
What takes the time is what comes next – as the fabulous Prabs wrote recently “if only blogging was just about blogging!” It can also end up feeling like a popularity contest at points, which doesn’t sit right with me.
My blog is all about the words. It comes straight from the heart; always has and always will. I’m hopeful that this will mean more than thousands of followers and hundreds of likes on everything I post.
Ultimately I’m crossing fingers that substance over style will eventually win the day.
If it doesn’t then I’m screwed 😉