Yesterday's post was somewhat of an eye-opener for me. I think I really needed to get that off my chest. But more than that, I really needed to read the encouraging and supportive comments that some of you ladies offered up to me. Thank you so much, you don't know what they meant to me.
When Passionfruit announced it was going to begin charging it's members I had a fairly good idea that I was going to be saying "Adios!" to sponsorship. I make zero money through sponsorship, my Passionfruit account basically exists solely for the sake of swapping buttons. I believe in promoting fellow bloggers, I just don't necessarily believe in charging an arm and a leg to do it. So am I going to pay $9 a month to swap buttons? No way, Jose.
And although Passionfruit did act as a catalyst, my reflections on the comments I received yesterday sealed the deal.
I desperately want to be a real, authentic blogger. I don't want to be generic. I want to have a voice of my own.
And here's another thing, if I love your blog, I want to promote you because what you've written resonates with me, not because you've thrown a couple bones my way!
Sometimes blogging is harder than people think. It requires a lot of time and devotion. Tediousness aside though, sometimes the most difficult part is displaying the most vulnerable, grungy sides of our selves. And so we, as bloggers, have this tendency to polish ourselves off and create a more presentable version of ourselves. A version we think people want to see. The truth is, I want the people who come to my blog to see me.
Me, the lazy, unathletic bum.
Me, the anti-fashionista.
Me, the poor-as-dirt, young newlywed.
And, ladies, I want to see you. Truth be told, I could care less about what you wore today. I don't give a single shit about what you like on Pinterest. And a large majority of the time, I have no interest in your weekend activities.
But when you write about struggling with your faith, it blesses me.
When you write about the trials and tribulations of motherhood, I'm so appreciative of your vulnerability.
When you're hopelessly in love with your husband, fiance or partner and can't contain it- I love reading about it.
When you write about these things, I want to share your story, because it touches me.
You don't even have to pay me ;)