Trying to be clever is exhausting
I keep reading advice about how to build your blog readership, how to build relationships with brands, how to make your blog easier for search engines to find - you know, that kind of thing. And, while I know that I should pay more attention, I just can't get excited about it.
So imagine my joy when I was reading about a blogger collective organization I was considering joining and finding that they want "positive people" - seriously? Would you trust someone who was supposedly writing about their real life and was uniformly positive? But then I started second guessing myself and wondering if I should try to be more positive in my public life? What if I'm turning off potential readers with my Debbie Downer, depression-fueled whining and self absorption?
And then I remembered why I started writing here, why I still love to come here.
Honesty. And a safe place for introspection.
And that means that if I'm having a tough day, I might write about that here. Or on a day when I'm frustrated that more than one slice of a mini pizza at a time is a thing of the past for me? You will probably hear about it if you drop by to read, as I haven't yet mastered the feat of substituting kale chips and the like for my favorite - and now forbidden - foods.
No, I'm not uniformly positive and I'm probably too old to change that now, so take me as I am. Or not.
Now that I think about it, I'm too old and too unrepentantly fat for that group anyway. Eh...their loss.