One of the things that stops me blogging as often as I’d like (along with insufficient hours in the day, laziness and sleep deprivation to the point that I can’t actually formulate a coherent sentence – yes they’re 2 and a half, no they don’t sleep through 😬) is the fear that what I’m writing is nothing special. There are just so soooo many bloggers out there with something more interesting to say, or a better way of wording things or a cleverer writing style than me. I’m not saying that as one of those compliment-fishing things when you then want everyone to say ‘oh no you’re amazing’ etc etc – I just see it as a fact. The blogging market is positively saturated with talented writers, many of whom are charismatic or entertaining or hilarious or all three, or who lead a really interesting lifestyle, or who are experts in something they can dish out advice in – basically they have some sort of USP which makes them stand out and be unique. I, on the other hand, am a bit socially awkward (actually a lot but I’ve got better at hiding it 🤣). I’m not a trendy person – I don’t keep up with the latest fashions; in fact, most of my wardrobe is either threadbare crap that I’ve had since I was like sixteen or baggy shapeless entities bought post-babies to hide the mum tum. I certainly don’t have a glamorous, beautifully-styled Insta-friendly show-home – Instagram would recoil in horror at the sight of my spare room bursting with clutter or my poorly hoovered kitchen floor 🙈 I wouldn’t describe myself as especially funny or an amazing writer or an authority on any particular subject – at the moment, if I can name what day of the week it is, I’m impressed with myself 🙈 So on the face of it, I lead a pretty average sort of a life really 😊 Yes I have twins, but there are even squillions of amazing bloggers with those too! 😂 I would describe myself as normal. (I mean, with a bit of crazy thrown in, but everyone has that, deep down, right? 🤣)
So sometimes, when I go to write a blog post, I get caught up with feelings of not being good enough or interesting enough or funny enough etc… Most things I write, I feel like someone will either have already said it better or be about to say it better than me. So why am I bothering? To answer that, I have to remind myself why I started this blog in the first place. It wasn’t to stand out, or to get more followers, or to be the next big blogger (pahaha yeah right! 🤣) It was to give me an opportunity to express my feelings in a way that I enjoy and potentially to reach out to the odd mum who might possibly be able to relate, so that both of us would know we’re not alone in how we feel. And who cares if someone else has written about exactly the same topic or made exactly the same point? We’re all writing about parenting experiences so there’s bound to be overlap. And who even cares if they’ve made that point infinitely more eloquently and articulately than you could have done? Ultimately it doesn’t matter – we shouldn’t be in competition with anyone. Great if we agree; we can support each other. And who cares if you’re a normal (ish) person writing about a normal (ish) life? Other normal people leading normal lives will hopefully be able to relate, so surely it’s still worthwhile to write about. Every time I publish a post, I worry that it’s too boring or too rubbish, but then I get lovely comments from followers and readers expressing how much it resonated with them or how they could have written it themselves as it was so accurate. And considering I thought not even a single person would ever read my blog, even two or three comments like that are everything. So in conclusion, who cares if you don’t stand out? Write what you want to write, post what you want to post. Try not to compare to yourself to others or worry too much about what others are doing. Whatever you have to say is valuable because you’re saying it.
These are the things I’m going to keep reminding myself of every time that niggling self-doubt creeps in 😊