I dedicate this to my fellow bloggers, we do it for the people… okay, okay, sometimes our sanity too!
You have your regular 9-5? Well I have a 9-5 and a 7-2, the latter is where the real work gets done. Those hours are filled with pajamas, caffeine, re-runs of Sex and the City, and twitter.
That’s right, I’m a blogger.
I worry about post plans, if I’m losing my voice while writing and yes people, grammar. I argue with myself and the computer screen to make sure I am using a word correctly.
I’m a blogger.
I deal with 2 to 3 angry emails a week. You know, the angry emails that come in after one disagree’s with your life actions and then insults you from head to toe for even sharing such life events in the first place? Then you find yourself contemplating whether to reply the angry gremlin and then realize if you do, your response may not be so nice. So you step away from the desk to go mumble obscenities before returning to your wonderful night job. Oh no? That’s just me?
Oh my life. I’m a blogger
Once posted, I am held accountable for my actions… meaning if I say I am going to do it, it must be done. HELLO 30lbs WEIGHT-LOSS! Blog, I thank you… I thank you!
I’m a fit-blogger.
I have the ability to turn unpleasant situations into life lessons I can share with the world, providing real life examples of what to do or what not to do. For example: How to not get beaten up on the train – Do not spray smelly man with the Love Spell body mist hidden in the bottom of your gym bag. See! With just a few taps on my keyboard and whole lot of honesty and passion, I just saved a life.
I’m a blogger.
Did I mention how angry I get after seeing my spelling mistakes post-posting?
Damn it, I’m a blogger.
The ability to be shamefully honest knowing the outcome from a post will result in backlash from family members, friends, and possibly strangers? Yeah, I now have tough skin. BRING ON YOUR CRITICISM! BRING.IT.
Thank God, I am blogger!
I belong to a network of men and women, who understand the struggle of staring at a black post screen for 5 hours and not being able to articulate the experience and feeling floating around in their mind. I belong to a network of innovative writers, “no fucks given” writers, passionate, hilarious, stylish, READ MY SHIT writers, and I love it!
Hey girl hey! I’m a blogger!
Before I do something drastic and ridiculous I think: “How do I depict this on my blog? Never mind, it can remain a secret”
Ha! I’m a blogger.
I have my own personal outlet, that can be used for a greater good. It caters to the world of Yetti and I am proud of everything I write and own the backlash or positive reactions that may come from it.
Yes, that’s right folks. Yetti is a damn blogger.