A couple of weeks ago I read a blog post that really resonated with me. Allison writes O My Family and truly captured how I feel about pinterest. I mean, finally, someone said it! And now I’m piggy-backing on this smart, funny girl’s post.
The general gist is what pinterest has done to blogging. People who are crafty and create beautiful stuff – they get pinned. Some get lucky and pin something special and get TONS of traffic coming to their website.
But me – I get left out of all that traffic because, well, I’m the least crafty person you’ll ever meet.
When pinterest first came about I was all over that shit. I was pinning like a mad woman. I had grand plans to decorate my entire house in chevron. You know, create a laundry room complete with a chaise lounge for spur of the moment relaxation (seriously?) and an organized station in which to make homemade detergent and dryer sheets.
I was suddenly reading how everyone was getting so much traffic from their projects. And I gotta say . . . I was jealous. I started thinking of ways I could incorporate this new-found goldmine into my blog. For awhile I did a series called “That’s Pinteresting.” It didn’t amount to much.
I came up with a couple of things I thought could be pinnable. But my skin crawled as I pinned them myself, hoping others would as well. It wasn’t genuine. It was all for personal gain.
You see, I realized, pinterest just isn’t my thing.
You know what is my thing? Writing. Writing this blog. Writing with my heart splattered all over your screen. That’s me. I want to write meaningful posts that strike a chord with other bloggers. Posts that make them want to come back and check in on this little life I’m living.
This is not to say that if you like pinning or have had things pinned that you’re not a meaningful blogger. I understand that a beautiful photo shoot or a scrumptious blueberry muffin or a handsome outfit can make you tick, just like a beautiful piece of writing makes me tick.
But I hate that what I write gets lost in the shuffle sometimes. I wish that more of my deep-thought posts could get some more recognition. These days, I’m lucky if a post that I pour out of my heart breaks 250 views.
Is this what it has come down to? Stats and number of pins?
I guess it just makes me sad.
My life is messy and unorganized but in a way, it’s beautiful too. My non-decorated house means we’re getting out of debt so that we can save more money for our sons’ college fund and pay off our mortgage sooner. The unused craft supplies mean that we went for a bike ride instead of staying inside.
My life is not pinnable.
But it’s good anyway.
And I believe my writing is too.