Over the past few days I’ve been watching the Olympic trials, and in three weeks I’ll join the rest of the world in a collective lounge position in front our TV sets as the best athletes in the world perform god-like feats of sport. It’s usually during the more obscure events–like synchronized diving or badminton–when I get a swelling pride in the pit of my stomach. And I’m not talking national pride. This pride has that annoying, smug look on its face and says in that awful, know-it-all tone, “I could have been an olympian in this sport too if I’d also been trained for it since I was a FETUS IN THE WOMB!” Right, Steph… riiight.
Unfortunately, that awful voice in my head doesn’t reserve its sass for the Olympic season every four years. But since making photography (one of) my legitimate full-time job(s) after graduation, that voice has been served a healthy portion of reality as it’s realized that twenty-four hours is really not much time at all. In college, when I spent my days oogling at design blogs and religiously following my favorite photographers (I type that as if that’s not what I STILL do), I’d scoff if they missed a day of blogging or if they hadn’t updated their website in a while. It’s just blogging. Not that hard! Just upload some pictures and write about your new favorite pen! But do something! Don’t you know how important it is to be a consistent blogger? Even I know that and I don’t even have a blog yet! Exactly. Oh, little judgemental Stephanie, you’re about to get a big, gross, cherry-medicine flavored dose of reality.
A month ago I launched this new blog and swore to myself that I’d blog at LEAST four times a week. How hard could it be, really? Well, you tell me, devoted blog readers, how have I done? With the exception of one measley contest and the weddings/engagement/portrait sessions I’ve shot in the last month, I think I’ve let you down pretty badly. I severely underestimated the amount of planning and time that goes into writing a half-decent post, and with a full-time day job and a house-sitting situation with limited internet access, it becomes even harder. Not to mention having to talk myself out of the fear that no one will read/comment on/share/tweet about/find this post interesting at all each and every time I’m about to click the “publish” button.
But this post isn’t meant to be a pity party, because just yesterday I was blogging about how I have the freedom to choose to do this as part of my job. And despite the ever-present fears, it is what I absolutely love. Whether or not anyone else happens to find my posts unique or my writing compelling.
So this is how I start to become a better blogger. I might not be on an Olympian level. There may still be weeks where nothing of interest is posted or posts that have nothing relevant to say, but if this is the job that I love and am choosing to do, I do not want to do it half-heartedly. My apologies to any blogger who I secretly judged before I understood how difficult this part of the job could be. But to all of you Olympic badminton players, I totally could’ve taken you in another lifetime.