Blogging is hard work people! I know lots of people believe bloggers are lazy creatures, who get paid to sit on their butts and troll the internet all day long. I am sure there are some of those bloggers out there but I am not one of them. Many of the bloggers I know are entrepreneurial, self-starters with a passion for creativity. When I began to blog, it was more of a bucket checklist. I wanted to create a blog that discussed items I was interested and hope I could entertain women like myself in the process.
When I started, I had no idea that blogging was big business. I had fellow bloggers and businesses wanting to collaborate. Boy was it a rush! I was excited and motivated because I always wanted to know what it would be like to become my boss. That shit is overrated! Let me tell you. Now I have been in the workforce for the past 12 years; so I had an expectation of revenue to be in line with my experience… It was not. People wanted me to work for free. Review products in lieu of a free product. Here’s one review my product, send it back to me, and earn “exposure?” WTF is that? I cannot pay my car note with a small container of hair gel; pay my hair stylist on no damn exposure?!!! Y’all are probably LOL’ing right now but I am dead ass serious!!! If you knew the amount of work these bloggers put into images, lighting, cameras, and dedication into those links you click, you would just…die twice. The amount of money these individuals make is worthless compared to the amount of time they spend working on these sponsored posts and reviews.
Thinking I was doing something wrong; I joined blogger groups. Do you know there are women who will accept diapers as payment? Or a poorly made custom bandage dress?! It kept getting more and more ridiculous. Thinking, I still could make this work, I researched and realized St. Louis Missouri has “quite” the fashion scene lemme tell ya… I invited my mother to an event with me. When I tell you the shade is rea I find it disheartening in this day and age, that Black females are so catty with one another. I am not sure if it’s a certain age group or just Black women in general. I mean the classic mean mugs (staring up and down), rolling eyes, and giving fake smiles. My mother is damn near 50 years old and had to endure what I had been feeling. It was reminiscent of my feelings during the FALL STLFW events. I pride myself on professionalism. I made business cards and flyers giving fellow bloggers and brand representatives my information. It was a waste of time, energy, and my damn money. Most of the time, I would be fielding questions on website development, business taxes/finances, and image branding/consulting. I was a consultant. I hear y’all saying,” Oh Kia that is fantastic!” Yeah right, if I was being compensated for my ideas and mentorship. People love to talk your ear off until you let them know, this is my hustle, pay me!
What would bother me the most is, before you ask for help, try to help yourself. That is one of my biggest pet peeves. Try to figure stuff out on your own. I spent countless hours and dollar dollar bills y’all (ode to Wu-Tang!) to gain knowledge. I had people close to me that think it was ok to leech and want what I paid for. for free! Either copying my original images or trying to figure out what computer code I used to have my Pinterest (that is a plug, CLICK IT!) account linked to my blog. I have been pinning crap all darn summer. (FYI: That is the hardest sh*t ever man!) I understand the need, but damn can you not help yourself first?!
This experience definitely opened my eyes to something bigger. Generally I like helping people. However, putting it into perspective, I was not getting any closer to my goal. These brands and advertisers want bloggers to work for virtually below minimum wage. To boot, there are bloggers who do this dumb ish. This makes it definitely much more difficult for the person who wants to become the real, deal Holyfield blogger. I was checking Google Statistics daily, freaking out over every little typo, font, new WordPress themes, and oh I almost died when my site crashed for the first time! LMAO! Yes I thought my world was over as I knew it. I was up till 3 am getting my site back up. This blog had become my life. I had begun to crack out over this blog. My husband began to complain, oh boy. I swear husbands want ALL of you, literally! Then folks close to me began reading my blog. They were nice compliments, complaints, hate, shade, imitators, and confusion. That was frustrating to say the least.
I cannot say when I will quit blogging, but I will say I have learned a great deal about myself. The moral to this is: Never give up. Even when it seems implausible or others around you are not supportive. YOU are your biggest fan. Believe in yourself, nothing is ever insurmountable. Take each struggle and mistake as an experience. Without mistakes and struggles you will never become stronger. To each his own, throughout all of this I found what a passion and something I am great in: consulting others on getting their business started!
So nothing happened tragically to me; thank GOD. I just was enjoying life and enjoying my family and friends all summer. I hope you all enjoyed your summer too. My kids are back to SCHOOL YOO HOO! Hope yours are too, JK! I love the kiddies.