Welcome to the era of constantly comparing ourselves to the people we see on the internet. It is so easy to get caught up in the madness that is followers, engagement, likes, comments and subscribes and forgetting why you chose to the creative outlet you did. I am guilty as fuck of that very thing.
I started DYFB because I was lacking a creative outlet to channel all of my pent up energy into and my husband threw out the suggestion and 100% support that I couldn’t say no. It went from finding anything to keep myself busy to finding a space where writing, taking photos and sharing my mental health struggles felt like freedom but over the few years I’ve done it the landscape has changed. The elite have risen and some of them are fucking awesome so I love watching them win but along with that ever changing landscape comes instagram popularity.
I like to believe I am that person who loves to say, “meh, I don’t care if people don’t like my content i do it for myself” well, that’s kind of a lie. I want people to read what I write, like the photos i take and engage with me and honestly, they don’t besides a select few who never stop showing me love. Over the last couple of months I have started beating myself up over the lack of engagement that I get and there are times where I feel like saying fuck it, I don’t want to to do this anymore and then there’s this saint who slides into DMs and tells me to keep going and those are the comments that truly matter.
It’s a constant battle to remind myself why I started and why I want to continue sharing little pieces of my life along the way. Screw the non-engagement or the 20 likes, I will continue DYFB because its an outlet and its fun.
Alright, I’m done rambling today. How do you deal with forgetting why you started and giving up?