My blog is better than your blog.
OK, it probably isn’t, but I had you thinking for a second. Even if it was a “Who does this woman think she is?!” statement. That’s fine. The thing is, not too many people look at the things they create and think, Damn, I am fi-ne (two syllables).
We tend to not speak highly of ourselves except in two situations: 1) We are applying for a job, or 2) someone else gets something we wanted.
Boom! Suddenly we have better recipes, take better photos, have more followers (or “better” followers), write much more eloquently, or have a prettier face for main-stream media. And we’ll be sure to say that within our private groups, grumbling about the haves and sticking ourselves in the have-nots.
Ahhh, jealousy. It makes the world go ‘round.
Let’s face it – jealousy is kind of fun. It gives us both a villain and something to strive for. It makes us cranky when we see someone get what we want, and gives us perspective when we realize that we weren’t really trying to get that thing.
You see, that’s the kicker of jealousy. People who get what they want, be it a cool new job, a fun gig with your favorite brand (how dare they!), a segment on TV, or the holy grail of a book offer – those people work for it. Sure, there are people who are a bit luckier and get a quick ride to the top, but even those people have to figure out how to breathe at the mountain’s peak.
I am inherently lazy. If you know me, this might sound odd, because I started working when I was 14 and, if you include blogging, haven’t stopped. (If you don’t include blogging [or motherhood], I’ve had exactly 7 months not working since 1994.) My life goes in waves of working my ass off coupled with finding that same ass on the sofa, staring at the TV instead of working on my book, working on recipes, or working on blog engagement. Right now I have 10 unfinished posts in WordPress, as well as a queue a mile long of recipes finished, half-finished, or only dreamed of (certainly not photographed). For how long I’ve been blogging about food, my stats are pretty horrendous.
Sure, this might be considered false modesty right here – my friends know how much I hate it when bloggers pretend they suck even when they have the numero uno retweeted post of the year – but the truth is that we’ve all got some level of that. The fact that anyone might be jealous of my blog is mind-boggling, especially when I wish I had some of their talents.
So let’s work on it. If this is what you want, go for it. If you want to write a book, write it. If you want to teach cooking classes, start small with your friends at home and work your way into educational kitchen spaces. Better pictures? Read a book, take a class, take more pictures. If you want to be a better blogger, look at the blogs you love for inspiration and practical take-away, but for the love of bacon, do not copy them. They are they and you are you.
It’s OK to grumble about not getting something, but maybe consider not tweeting it out for affirmation. Congratulate the person who does get it. Don’t complain about someone else’s recipe unless you’ve eaten the product. (And even then, gently offer suggestions in private. If they don’t want your review, that’s their problem, not yours.)
If it’s all too much, turn things off. Trust me when I say that every. single. blogger. has thought about quitting their blog. Or their regular job. I did quit my regular job, got a new job working in food and recipes and blogging (dream!) and still think about quitting my blog. When that happens I get away from the Internet, because jealousy can be overwhelming, and at that point it’s no longer fun. Remember that mountaintop? People do fall down, you know. Not everyone survives.
So take a deep breath, and do what you do, because no one defines your success but you.