Sitting here with 2 fudge-sicles, intentionally leaving the title blank for most of time while writing this post because that is how my personal gps screen is looking to me.
After having a honestly….okay-ish time (because I am not the biggest fan of German Food) last night at The PNW Blogger Meet Up in Seattle, it got me thinking of so many things.
Why I didn’t have better business cards?
Why didn’t I consider the parking more in Seattle?
But mostly recalling the reoccurring chant of:
What is Your Blog About?
This inherently innocent and polite gesture is like having a surprise pop quiz on something I learned when I was drunk.
I use small one-worded adjectives that I think maybe I would use as tags to describe my ideal classification of my blog but really aren’t, and I end up just talking in excessively long, awkward run on sentences, that make me sound like I am a CD skipping and you’re just not sure because of the mixture of silence and repetitive beats.
Don’t get me wrong, I ask the same question back and found of course two types of people. One side knew exactly what their shit was about and they had no reserve telling you; beautifully, delicately and powerfully.
Then there was me and all the few other introverts stumbling over there own identity, like a person with multiple-personality disorder being asked to fill out the About Me section on Facebook .
I can’t really lump my blog goals into 2-3 nicely categorized niches (you will see later when I some how extend the space time continuum and give myself more hours in the day and the menu up there starts expanding) and I hate it when I get asked what kind of blogger I am.
I am a Life Style Blogger. I am a Foodie Blogger. I am a Frugal Blogger. I am a Beauty Blogger. I am a Mommy Blogger. I am an Etsy Owner and I blog about that….
I didn’t feel right in any of these niches that were already industry standard. The mommy in me was clashing with the technical mechanic who has experiences to share. The recipe posts that were building up in my mental hard drive were not nesting well with learning about G+ and CSS.
Why can I not rant and have authority on a subject as well?
All in good time, maybe?
Well I end this thought to go spend the morning with my oldest born, Hayzen, who may be turning 5 today, but is years beyond in unexplained wisdom and generosity.