I think, by now, everyone and their dog has attempted to make a blog — even fictionally. Some make one post and completely forget about it; others might make it a dozen posts in, maybe two. I’ll admit it, I’ve been the former, what, twice now?
There’s a ton of information out there on starting a blog. God, just try to Google it! It’s enough to make your eyes spin. I probably researched enough about it I could repeat it verbatim; what to do, what not to do, the best platforms, post ideas, and on and on and on…
In the end, I usually over-specialized. In my search for a niche I squeezed myself in so tight there was nowhere for me to go; it’s hard to write about a variety of related topics when you don’t give yourself any wiggle room. But what am I an expert on? What am I qualified enough to write about? What do I have that people would want to read about? What topics haven’t been run into the ground yet? What kind of perspective could I offer?
It took me a while but I finally figured out my problem: I wasn’t doing this for me. I kept second-guessing and doubting myself, and it turned into a project by someone else, not me; as a result I kept abandoning barely formed projects out of frustration and wondering what I was doing wrong. I didn’t recognize my own writing.
I’m not a financial guru, I don’t have my life figured out, and I’m certainly not a contender for mother-of-the-year. I’m not into that cheesy-inspirational, against-all-odds here’s-how-I-did-it line of work; it never seems real to me, and it’s not an act I’m prepared to lean on for clicks.
I’m starting this blog for me. I can’t promise you where it will go, or what that means — right now I’m just planning on winging it and crossing my fingers to avoid a diary-style junk heap (I still shudder when I remember my first LiveJournal).
There are some things I do know enough to blog about: Dawn doesn’t go in the dishwasher; Han shot first; and telling people who are already broke to save money by “cutting back on [their] morning Starbucks” is laughably out of touch (if you think my friends and I drink Starbucks at all, you are already way overestimating our tax bracket). I was raised by grandparents who were born at the tail end of the Great Depression; I already know how to make a meal stretch and cut coupons, and to live below my means. But what about those of us whose means aren’t enough to live even frugally?
I’d be honored if you stuck with me while I figure this out. You’re more than welcome to point and laugh, and enthusiastically invited to prod me whenever I meander off-topic. But what would really make my day would be if you left your two cents below:
What kinds of posts are you tired of seeing in personal finance, parenting, or politics?