As much as I adore and love and spoon this blog late into the night, lately it hasn’t been feeling right.
Kinda sorta ok…. but something was off.
When I started way back in February, I knew that it would take some playing around to find my magical blogging spot. Where I knew the content to post, the tone to use, the whole damn point of this thing. And after changing up the posts and the concepts and the plan, I finally figured out what was wrong.
It’s the name of the blog.
There’s been a few things making me itch, like:
- Although it sounds cool and kinda works with my theme, I’ve felt that it comes across too ‘harsh’. The ‘Enemy’ word just brought a hardcore grrr vibe that was less awesome-punk-dude and more crazy-fighting-hobo-in-a-dark-alley. Not my scene.
- The whole concept of being an ‘enemy of ordinary’ is rad, but I don’t want to judge those who chose to be ordinary. The name made me sound like I was rolling my eyes and muttering ‘conformist’ under my breath like a first year uni student at whatever rally was happening that day on campus.
- Sometimes I’ve written posts and not uploaded them because they didn’t sound ‘tough’ enough. Which is crap. I want to post what I want to post. In the tone that I want to use.
- I’m a super fun person. I laugh a lot. I wear sequins and glitter because it’s a Tuesday. This really doesn’t fit me as a person, and this blog is meant to be infused with me-ness.
Yada yada yada.
So I’m super thrilled to be in the midst of REBRANDING. I think I’ve sorted the name out (to be confirmed over brunch with a close friend tomorrow… when all the best decisions are made) and what I love already is that many of my already-planned projects effortlessly fall into this new vision. It’s right. It feels good.
I gonna gets a makeover!
(This isn’t me, by the way. I would have used more purple.)
I won’t commit to a date that this will happen, because no doubt I won’t make it. At the moment I’m sorting out the most effing frustrating part of building a blog – actually the first is the name (with matching domain…. *tears hair out*) and the second is the damn WordPress theme. But it’s not going to be long. And it’s going to be epically cooler than this one.
That’s the story, morning glory. You kids will be the first to know.
Later, gator. :)
First and foremost, a massive thank you and high five to everyone who responded to my last post. You guys kick ass. If you were ever in a rumble in dark alley, I’d totally bring my fists of fury and back you up.
Now after being so ranty, I want to share something a little more G rated.
With all the shiz hitting the fan, I’ve been feeling a tad wound up and ‘woe is me’. There was ballgowns in the daytime and swirling hard liquor in a brandy glass while staring intently into the distance.
This was me. Just with more vodka.
But I had enough of feeling like ass on a burger (new favourite saying BTW) and desperately needed some head clearing and baggage emptying. So I finally cracked open the fabulous Denise Duffield-Thomas’ free eBook “The Lucky Bitch Secrets of Outrageous Success”.
So I started this blog with all these plans. And calendars. And goals. And more plans.
I was going to do everything right. Follow the rules. Build an audience. Help them. Inspire them. Use Google friendly keywords. Comment on other blogs to get links and readers. Guest post.
And, after all that, turn it into a business. Earn money while talking about something that I love. My passion. My philosophy.
That was then.
In the last few weeks I’ve felt really meh about the way this blog was going. Not really about numbers (well, kinda about numbers) but more about what I was writing about. The way I was writing it.
Doing things the ‘right’ way was feeling… wrong.
Then as I was about to publish a post last week I was sent some ‘feedback’ on my blog, from another blog that was offering critiques.
My little blog got its little ass kicked.
At least I can admit it.
I haven’t been posting nearly as much as my schedule tells me to. I’ve backed off from social media. My friends can’t remember what my voice sounds like. Mum isn’t surprised when I don’t respond to her messages.
And the reason for all this? Burnout, baby. Flames are licking at my ankles.
Photography by DanLopez via Flickr.
Which is ridiculous, right? I haven’t been doing this for very long, and it’s not like it seems that hard, and what about that other chick with seven children and two jobs and a high maintenance cat who still manages to blog three times a day and posts every meal on Instagram?
Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper editor. They told him he ‘lacked imagination and good ideas’.
Thomas Edison was unsuccessful 1000 times before he created the first light bulb.
Steve Jobs was fired from Apple – his own company.
Marilyn Munroe was told by a modelling agency that she should give up and ‘consider being a secretary’.
Jerry Seinfeld got terrible stage fright at his first professional gig, forgot all his material and was booed off stage.
Passions. Talents. Values.
So far, so good. A little too good, if you ask me. Let’s talk about crap baby. (Let’s talk about you and me… wait, what??)
Photography by mslavick via Flickr.
This is THE single element of my Extraordinary odyssey that I was missing for aaaages, and when I finally stumbled across it everything started shifting into place. I was struggling to define my direction and plans because while I knew some stuff that I wanted, I had no doubt there was more out there that would rock my socks too. Stuff I didn’t even know about yet. I didn’t want to exclude the inevitable discoveries I would make.
Woah. It’s almost July… which will mean half of the year is over already.
I'm as shocked as you are, kitty.
I’ve made some big changes and taken some massive steps already this year, but I know I can do better.
So can you.
Let’s agree to some mutual ass kicking and make a pledge, right here and right now, to do something awesome in July.