Throughout high school, I had what teachers and administrators termed an attendance problem. “We need to talk about your attendance problem,” they’d say, “because in the real world, you have to show up for work.”
I always thought, “But this isn’t the real world!”
Never, at any job, did I have difficulty showing up, every day, on time, and completing the tasks assigned me. So, I was right in knowing that my work ethic would not be determined by my school attendance record.
I was also wrong. The real world, much to my chagrin, turned out to be much more like High School than I anticipated.
The cliques, the obsessions over grades and rankings, who likes whom, the adoration of the athletic and the beautiful, the pettiness and bullying, the drinking, the name calling, the popularity contests, and the insecurity – they’re all present in the real world.
I’m glad I skipped it when I could.
As a blogger, I’m asking again: where do I fit? The answer, now as then, is more easily framed in the negative.
- I am not a mommy blogger.
- I am not a food blogger.
- I am not a motivational blogger.
- I am not a health blogger.
- I am not a style blogger.
- I am not a craft/sewing blogger.
- I am not a political blogger.
- I am not a social media expert blogger.
- I am not a product review blogger. (But, Costco, if you need one, I’m here.)
Is there a category for bloggers who write about anything that pops into their head? A random blogger?
Recently, I joined a blogging support group: Generation Fabulous. They are a very encouraging and talented group of “women of a certain age.”
I am out of my league.
Being in this group is like my freshman English class in high school, where classmates were already talking about MIT and how many AP classes could be fit into the next four years while I was figuring out how few math classes were required to graduate.
Likewise, these women are going somewhere. They are starting or running successful businesses. They are comediennes. They are professional writers, tackling serious (or seriously sexy) subjects. They blog for empowerment, education, and influence. Or at least they stay on topic. They discuss blog views in thousands and analyze marketing strategies.
Me? I want to make a few friends, read and comment on their blogs, have them do the same. I have visitors in the tens and can’t back-up my phone because I forgot the password.
They want to become a market force and change the way middle aged women are perceived and defined.
I am shopping at thrift stores, hadn’t noticed I was any more or less relevant than I’d ever been, and – dare I admit – didn’t even like Hope Springs.
Even so, I’m in because this clique is all about encouraging and supporting each other, not judging or competing. Besides, I can’t be the only voice for the middle aged underachievers of the nation. There must be other women who never lost touch with their inner child; who don’t want reinvention, just a bit of adjustment; who are happily doing their own random thing.
If not, I guess I’ve found my unique market niche.