Blogging has been such a wonderful part of my daily life. Since I started writing on online platforms around 5 years ago and took blogging seriously just last year, it felt like the community has grown so much. Sadly, there was a case when I wasn’t happy anymore of what I was doing. The flame has died, close to burnt out. The craft which I loved doing suddenly felt indifferent. And it wasn’t just because I got tired of it, no.
Seeing the impact that blogging has made into different aspects such as businesses, tourism, marketing, and the likes shows just how much this craft has evolved. From ordinary hobbies and now to being sideline jobs for some people, it seemed that the possibilities were endless.
I, myself, was immersed first into the era of Tumblogs filled with personal thoughts and casual rants, just like having your own diary. Online diaries and I were a click because most of the time, I struggled with my emotions and usually had a hard time expressing it. My tumblog back then was my refuge as I wept my hearts out on entries which nobody even cared to read.
Thus, I cannot surmise just how much blogging changed my life. But lately, there came a point where I could no longer write something out, despite all the backlogs and ideas, because I was pressured to give my best step forward. “What if nobody reads this?” “What if your pictures aren’t really nice to look at?” “You’re not popular, how can somebody even visit your blog?” These thoughts loomed my mind madly.
I guess it was too easy to get swayed with the glam that some bloggers made blogging look like. Oh, and let’s not skip the competition – where some took into bashing and nitpicking all the little flaws that the others have.
Maybe I fell out of love because of the general notions about being a blogger (mostly made by condescending bloggers and non-bloggers alike). What is a blogger, really? What truly makes a blogger? Are there qualities one must have to partake in blogging?
Truth is, everybody is putting definitions and standards for being one and it can put its toll on some bloggers like me. But now I’d also figured why this passion of mine went dying, when in fact, it was what I loved doing. I realized that…
Blogging is a passion I couldn’t let go of
Blogging is, undoubtedly, one of my greatest passions. Writing has always been my escape whenever I don’t feel like existing in this world. So why stop? What should ever hold me back? Maybe it was the attention or the never-ending nagging, or perhaps the pressure that came as I grew with it. But, regardless of all that, I found that this passion will stick with me throughout time.
A blogger has a purpose
With five years spent just blogging about personal stuff on the internet, I figured out eventually that aside from being my creative outlet (and a space for a few rants), my blog can also serve as a resource for some people.
Currently, I’m into writing food and restaurant reviews and people usually read those articles to find out about my thoughts about this place and that. It has also helped some businesses gain attention in line with the people they are trying to service. In one way or another, as a blogger, I get to provide my readers with useful information that they seek.
Other people’s opinions shouldn’t matter
There are times when I get swayed by what other people think, and I realized this could be toxic.
Some people say bloggers “only like to brag about the free stuff they get” or “the places they get invited into”, and be a famewhore on social media. Others set their bar of expectations so high to think that all bloggers earn a high salary. Some people think that blogging is an easy task – well, it really isn’t.
When I stopped giving a fuck about what they think, it cleared my mind and made my life easier.
There is always room for improvement
I started blogging (or using online platforms rather) five years ago and when I look back at all my previous traces of it, a lot has definitely changed. I still cringe looking at my low-quality photos and pretentious writings, but it has made me appreciate what I have now. Of course, I would still need to improve my craft until such time when I’ll take blogging for granted and settle for less (which is hopefully never).
I am a blogger, and I chose to love this craft
Suddenly there was that unexpected shift of environment for me, and it scared me a lot. (I might be a bit ambiguous here as I don’t want to spill so much.) Camie of Wild-Spirit wrote a few years back about the Impostor Syndrome, which I believe is similar to my feeling of being inadequate as a blogger. Am I really a blogger? Do I deserve to be called one?
In definition, I’d like to think that I am. But after everything I thought of in this post, I surmised that being a blogger does not just limit you to going on events, receiving freebies and monetary sponsorships, living the kind of I-wish-I-could-be-her lifestyle, and the likes. Being a blogger means you are brave enough to pursue your passion even without all the additional perks that come with it.
A few days ago I was feeling lost about everything (or maybe I’m too stressed juggling my school-work-blog schedule) and lacking confidence to pursue what I had planned for this blog. However, somehow, after writing this post, my love for blogging (and writing) has rekindled. <3
With that, I hope that in the months ahead, I will be able to post as much as I could (because honestly, I’m really lagging behind all my backlogs) and get my gear up and running! 🙂