Happy Monday and welcome back! I’ve been a real-life blogger for an entire week now. Yup, a whole 168 hours. This obviously earns me some form of merit after riding the emotional rollercoaster I’ve been strapped into this past week. I thought I’d let you in on a little behind-the-scenes info of what goes on in the first seven days (because remember, I have expertise now and not because my entire closet was strewn across my bedroom floor as I packed all week and had no style post to prepare.) Let me tell you, blogging is no joke. It makes a spinal tap look like a walk in the park. (Just kidding, leave it to that test to make a grown adult cry and beg for their mother…as I heard from my friend.) Should you decide to take on this venture for yourself, here’s what you can expect.
Day one. The big day is here. You’ve already
had multiple meltdowns figured out the basics of creating your site and it looks as good as it’s going to get at this point because let’s face it, you’re no website developer and the thought of HTML coding is almost laughable. Thankfully, you’re already past the near-heart attack you had when you thought your entire entry was deleted because you have zero little idea how to work WordPress or your MacBook, if we’re being honest. Your stomach is in knots because you’re about to publish the first post. You’re nervous about sharing your personal story because at this point, only close family and friends know the real-deal. However, you’re excited at the same time because you’re throwing it all into the wind. (Kind of like that time in third grade when you walked into class after spontaneously chopping your long, pretty hair into a chin-length bob cut at the advice of a friend and watched all of your classmates stunned reactions…nervous and excited.) You’re hesitant about the judgment you may receive but at the same time, realize you’re (cringe) 29 and don’t actually care.
Well, here goes nothing! ‘I Came in like a Wrecking Ball’ is blasting from the iHome and…you hit ‘Publish’. You did it! And then it dawns on you; no one is even going to see this long-awaited blog post because no one knows you have a blog! The anticipation builds up all over again as you draft your instagram pic, clicking the ‘facebook’ share icon so that your story can be sent out into the blogosphere– to old high school acquaintances, college friends that can no-longer be considered friends, that girl you became besties with when you were drunk on line for the bathroom at the bar your sophomore year of college and you haven’t spoken a word to since, ya know…whoever is willing to read it. You post that picture with butterflies in your stomach and then, you wait. And wait. Finally, the wait is over and you’re thankfully greeted by a ton of positive feedback, encouragement, and support. You did it and you can do this. You can be a blogger. All of that settles in for the next two days and then
your mom someone asks, “So, what are you going to write about next?” HO-LY $#@!. You have to post something else! Duh.
Naturally, the remainder of the next four days is spent racking your brain for ideas as you imagine yourself as Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City, sitting at her vintage desk overlooking Greenwich, stylishly perservering through writer’s block. You start critiquing your first post, even doubting yourself a tad, and brainstorming a little bit more. Did your message come across correctly? Were you too open? Are you going to disappoint your followers if some of the content is more surface-level than others? You try to figure out how to be yourself but relatable as well. (What? You mean everyone isn’t a medical enigma with a penchant for home décor and fashion? Weird.) Simultaneously with launching your blog, you’re also trying to start-up social media so you start analyzing your instagram followers. It grows by 5 followers, you follow 5 back, and then you lose 3. What the heck is going on? (Don’t even get me started on the
trickery mind-games tactics bloggers use to grow their following. All I can say is #RUDE.)
Common sense eventually kicks in, as it usually does at 3 a.m. when you’re way overdue on sleep and watching The Other Woman (fav movie!) It dawns on you that you’re becoming way too pre-occupied thinking about something that’s supposed to be fun, an outlet from an already seemingly high-stress situation that is your current reality. You are not going to be the blogger/insta mean girl who follows up-and-coming bloggers only to unfollow them once they follow you back. (All those ladies, you’re dead to me.) You accept the fact that you no longer have the prowess for social media like you did when you were mastering the Facebook game in 2005 because again, you’re 29 (sigh) and you can’t figure out how to use Snapchat if your life depended on it. You’re also okay knowing that you don’t yet have the $600 beginner DSLR camera that all of the other bloggers have because, well…priorities, and your iPhone 6 pics are grainier than a bag of rice. It’s not that serious. It’s all going to work out.
Day seven. Reality check– “you’re” is actually “me” so pick your jaw up off the floor and let me shoot it straight being we’re all friends here, right? I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m not a ‘writer’. My grammar is probably off, I
frequently occasionally add too many commas, and my mom thought the strikethroughs in the body of my first post were left over notes from a draft copy (sorry, Mom, that’s my attempt at being witty. #fail) I don’t have a super fancy camera yet, I’m not exactly sure what my ‘voice’ is going to be, and often enough, I will have a topic that, to some, may seem like a superficial post about cosmetics, a current sale, or a gallery of outfits from the past the week. (More on my reasoning for that content here.) I don’t feel good a majority of the time so even though I plan to post at least once a week, real life is still occurring and I may not always be able to adhere to that schedule. I wear what I have in my closet and what I feel good in; I’m not Song of Style so I don’t have an outfit comprised of the newest Topshop collection that I can conveniently link below my picture for you to head to Nordstrom and purchase. I definitely look super narcissistic when Eddie is trying to take pictures of me on the park bench below our building, with all of the people who paid an overpriced rate of $79 a person in the Sur La Table cooking class staring at me, getting way more of a show than they paid for (so awkward). But, that’s my life and this is my blog.
My posts will likely not be 1,302 words and counting all the time and I’ll occasionally write whatever comes to mind (hello, current rambling.) I will try my best to be as relatable as possible but it is even more important that I stay true to who I am and my current situation. After all, that was the inspiration for this blog! I started Classic & Gray with the intention of this being a life and style blog and that’s what I still intend it to be– bits of life and style; fashion, home décor, recipes, DIY projects, and anything else that makes me happy. Now that we’ve gotten all of that squared away, I hope that you continue to stick with me as I navigate through this new venture (okay, so I’m not an expert), even though some of the post topics may not be your cup of tea. It seems that I’ve made it through the first seven days of blogging and I’m looking forward to many more, emotional rollercoaster rides and all. Thank you so much for following along!