9 REASONS WHY I SUCK AT TRAVEL BLOGGING
In the beginning…
Once upon a time, there was a girl who had an ambitious dream. She dreamed she’d spend her life travel blogging around the globe! She hired high-priced developers and designers to create her dream blog, spent obscene amounts of money on blogger training, internet marketing, and stupid Facebook ads (DAMN YOU FACEBOOK ADS!), and joined Facebook groups with other like-minded, ambitious travel bloggers. She thought she was doing the damn thing……but then she……
“Bi***h who you kiddin’? You know damn well you ain’t bout this travel blog life! Quit kiddin’ yourself,” said the little red fallen angel on her left shoulder. Deep down she knew that little hater was right.
That girl was me, in case you hadn’t noticed. Yes, I admit it, to my followers, to my family, to my friends, and to God…. I suck at travel blogging, and there are 9 reasons why this is true.
I’m lazy AF!
Frfr y’all. The last thing I want to do after a long day or week of traveling is whip out my laptop and tell you all about it. Don’t get me wrong. I love y’all. I really do, but I’m a Leo. We get lazy from time to time and then have small bursts of productivity here and there (I’m experiencing that “burst” now, hence why you’re reading this). The truth is, when I have to choose between being productive and drinking a bottle of Moscato and snacking on a bag of hot Cheetos…the latter almost always wins.
He ain’t through with me yet. I’m still a work in progress. Don’t give up on me
My photography skills are NOT “on fleek”.
I simply suck at photography and I honestly have NO desire to get better. I purchased a Nikon D5700, and reading the manual was like reading Japanese, holding it was like holding a premature newborn, sifting through the settings produced feelings of rage and hopelessness. It just wasn’t pretty. Mentally, I was not ready….so I sold it for $200 less than what I purchased it for.
There is an 11th commandment in my Bible that states “Thou shall NOT be photographed if eyebrows are not present.”
Thanks to reason #1 they rarely are. Some people may not know, but I actually don’t have eyebrows. They simply never fully grew in so I must draw them on. Because of this I refuse to take pictures without them. This affects photographing on the go.
I just rather not take pictures of me posing near monuments and dancing in the wind, and doing yoga on mountains I’m not physically fit enough to climb.
As I said in reason #1, I can be lazy AF sometimes! Not to mention my BMI is over 20% so I just don’t have the energy. I swear I’m working on it though! I gave up soda, juice, and some sweets. Baby steps…baby steps.
My travel life ain’t all that these days, and besides, there are just some things I can’t share with y’all.
I’ve been traveling around the U.S. visiting friends and family and just hanging out. The most notable thing that happened was I got drunk at Coyote Ugly in San Diego, danced on the bar as I sang “Before He Cheats”, and secretly fell in love with a woman that day (I’ve never been so sexually confused in my life, but I think she would have made anyone fall for her). It was all caught on camera, yes, but it’s not something I’m inclined to share on SM where my mother can see it and then begin quoting Bible scriptures to me. So, in conclusion, there are just some things I can’t share with y’all because I do tend to get a bit “rachet” every once in a while.
I’m an old lady on the inside now.
This means my idea of “fun travel” is sneaking Chick fil a, wine, and hot Cheetos into a movie theater during matinee hours. Go ahead, judge me! You can’t knock it until you’ve tried it.
There’s a bit of a weight issue.
I’ve gained an astronomical amount of fat in my boobs (I thought they were done growing, but apparently my 9th grade anatomy teacher was wrong) so now every selfie I take I look like Rasputia. This is not an exaggeration either! Because of this, I do not jump at the opportunity to take selfies everywhere I go.
If anyone wants bigger boobs, I’ll be happy to give you some of mine–free of charge. #hmu
Traveling isn’t always glamorous.
I mean do you guys really want to read about how my Megabus broke down two hours outside of my destination, and how I had to wait nine hours before I was finally rescued by my sister? Or about the time some idiot kept “reminding” me that I was in the “Premium” boarding line despite the fact I had a first-class ticket just like he did?
Do you really want to hear about the time I rented a hotel room and they held an extra $100 on my card that didn’t come off for almost a week which almost caused my account to bounce? Or about the time I was “harassed” by TSA for being…wait for it…wait for it…a solo female traveler! Because apparently in 2017 women need to be accompanied by a man and a baby to not be harassed by border patrol. Heaven forbid we travel by ourselves, single, with no kids, pushing 30. But I digress. So, do you want to hear about these things? If so, I’ve had it all wrong, because I just assumed most of you probably wouldn’t give a shit about my first world problems.
I just don’t want everyone knowing where I am all the damn time.
Hahahahahaha!!! I know I know! This totally defeats the purpose of being a travel blogger. I know. Listen, it’s stressful when you’re traveling and everyone knows you will be in their city or state or country. They begin drowning you with questions about when you’re going to come see them, and make you feel guilty if your schedule just doesn’t permit. I can’t deal with that kind of pressure. Seriously! People assume that just because you are in their city for a couple days that you have all the time in the world to spend with them. I don’t mean to sound like a pretentious ass, but it’s true! I just can’t see everyone. I’m only one person and there are only 24 hours in a day. 11 of those hours I’m doing my best to stay in REM, so that leaves me with 13 hours to spare.
Moral of the story…
I don’t know if this is something I would ever want to turn into a full-time stream of income. At one point, I did think this was what I wanted, but now that I know what it takes I’m not so sure. It’s not that I don’t like hard work, or that I don’t wish to do anything that’s challenging. I’ve done lots of things that most people can’t or haven’t done. I just don’t know if it would feel worth it in the end. I don’t ever want to resent traveling. I don’t ever want to resent seeing new places just because my livelihood depends on me documenting every moment of the experience.
I think I would grow tired of the entire thing. I wonder would people really care that I used a high-end DSLR or my smart phone to take pictures of me on top of some awesome mountain. Do people really care if I spent hours editing said photo or writing an in-depth post about the hike up? I don’t know. I’m not saying I’m throwing in the towel. I’m just saying I need time to find out what direction I truly want to take this blog. The more I grow and mature into the woman God has called me to be, the more I wonder what I should be doing to fulfill my ultimate purpose in life.
Can you relate?
As funny as this post may have been to read, it is 100% true. I’m a mess. “Adulting” is hard work, and I’m not ashamed to admit it to anyone. If more of us told the God’s honest truth we wouldn’t have so many people envying the lives of others. So, yea, I suck at travel blogging, but I’m working on it. How many of you can relate to how I’ve been feeling lately? How many of you have gotten where you wanted in life, and then questioned it once you got it?
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