I won’t lie, I have just been procrastinating. I’m a bit hungry and trying to distract myself from the fact it’s not quite lunch time yet and there’s a bag of Doritos in the cupboard that I’m trying to ignore. Anyway, in an attempt to stop eating the crisps, for some reason, I decided to look back on some of my very first blog posts. Tbf, I was linking one in a post that I’d just wrote, but then I decided to have a flick through of some others, and came across one where I’d written ‘mental mental chicken oriental’ about two new nail polishes from Barry M. Erm what the actual?
It cracked me up though, as it reminded me that back in the day I literally would sit at my laptop and type the first thing that popped in to my head. It didn’t matter if it made sense, I would just type to my heart’s content. But although I was laughing to myself at the stupid stuff I would write, it also made me a little sad that I don’t feel I express myself like that anymore on here.
A couple of years ago, I realised that blogs were getting way more professional, people were going full time with their blogs and suddenly blogs had turned from something the girl next door set up in her bedroom to polished online magazines. I suddenly felt like my blog was very naive and was worried it wouldn’t go the distance. I made a decision to try and make my blog a bit more professional, to maybe stop the stupid sayings and try to give my blog a bit more routine. Last year, I realised I was getting bored of my blog, and could barely find the time or energy to update. This scared me, as my blog has always been my baby, it’s something that I’m extremely proud of. When I was younger, my friends at school would win sports trophies, or musical achievements, whilst I was sat there twiddling my thumbs. This is my sports trophy or that grade 9 in piano that my classmates could boast. I didn’t want to lose it.
Over the past year, my blog has changed dramatically. I’ve started writing more about other things in life, and not just beauty. Whilst beauty will always be my number one genre on my blog, I’ve loved being able to write posts such as this one, and let myself come away from beauty a little bit.
I’ve also decided that I need to stop caring about what other people think. To be myself. If I want to write stupid stuff like ‘mental mental chicken oriental’ then I should feel like I should. I mean after all this is my blog right? I guess what I’m trying to say from this word vomit, is that you should never feel like you and your blog don’t fit the conformity of the blogosphere.
I lost track for a while thinking that everyone wanted to read slick, polished blogs, but we’re all different and it’s nice to have variety. If someone wants to read a little bit of everything, written by a bit of a dork, then well here is the best place. I guess I lost sight of the beauty of blogs. The fact that they’re real. That they’re written by real people, and let’s be honest you wouldn’t expect everyone in real life to be same would you?
So if you ever feel like your blog isn’t good enough. Just stop. Be yourself, write for you and I am going to make sure that from forever onwards I will do this too. I’m not going to beat myself up for not being able to write like a proper journalist. I’m me and you’re you. That’s what makes our blogs so brilliant, there’s nothing ‘mental mental chicken oriental’ about it.