The other day a friend of mine gave me some (unsolicited) feedback about my blog, which was 1) I share too much; and 2) I post really weird stuff. I don’t think she told me this trying to be rude. We had previously been talking about blog growth, and how sometimes I come across blogs that are barely a year old and have thousands of followers, even though they have what I consider to be shit content, while other bloggers that I love and find hilarious and are phenomenal writers have barely a hundred. Since my blog is still small, I think she offered this feedback as a sort of constructive criticism.
For some reason, because this came from someone I know in real life, it rubbed me the wrong way. I’m fine with anonymous internet lurkers telling me my blog sucks (though my blog is still small enough that hasn’t really happened), but to get not the most positive of feedback from someone in real life just made me uncomfortable.
I don’t mind being told that I post really weird stuff, because hey, I am a bit weird, and I know what I find funny or amusing others might find the complete opposite. But the sharing too much got me thinking. I try to be as real as I can on this blog, because for me, those are my favorite kind of blogs. Bloggers that share real things about their lives are those I tend to connect with the most. Granted, it would be impossible for any blog to depict one’s whole life, and I’d never share anything that could have a negative impact on those around me, but I do try to be as “me” as possible here on my little blog. I think that if you met me in real life you’d find that my blog personality and my real personality are one and the same. But I certainly don’t want to overshare and turn people off.
For the most part, whenever my blog comes up in real life I immediately say “it’s just a silly little hobby.” Kevin, along with many of my friends, have told me to stop downplaying it because it’s not “silly” and it’s a hobby that makes me happy, and many people out there make a living from this “silly hobby.” This “silly hobby” has introduced me to a lot of people that I consider friends, and I’ve developed new relationships with awesome people because of it.
Yet for some reason I have a hard time talking about it in real life. It seems too self promoting to me, perhaps because I don’t have a niche, so to say. I’m not a fashion blogger. I’m not living the expat life somewhere fabulous. I don’t do crafts or post about awesome DIYs. I don’t share incredible recipes. I’m child free so the mommy blogger category is out. Nor am I a Mormon hipster. For the most part, I just write about me. About my life. And I suppose I find it a bit narcissistic to tell people to “read my blog in which I write all about myself!”
I know that if I ever want my blog to grow (which is what all bloggers want, no matter what they say), I need to get over that. But I’m not sure how.
Do any of you other personal/lifestyle bloggers struggle with similar thoughts? For those of you that read blogs, what do you think?