Thank you for that quote, Ricky Nelson.
“You can’t please everyone so you gotta please yourself.”
I suppose some of you don’t like that headline, right? Some of you think it’s too “pop culture”, don’t you? Some of you think it’s not creative enough, right? Some of you think it’s too flashy. Some of you think it’s the best darn headline you’ve ever heard in your nine months of blogging and you give it four STARS! Others of you couldn’t care less.
That’s what we’re talking about today, dear readers. How–no matter what you say–no matter what you do–you are bound to get an infinite number of opinions about how (a) wonderful, (b) terrible or (c) so-so you did. Or other people won’t say anything at all and leave you imagining.
I shall provide examples just in case you doubters don’t believe that previous statement.
Take blogging. It’s pretty simple, right? You write a blog and share it with the world. The world looks at your blog and offers an opinion. (Or they don’t offer an opinion, which I would argue is the same as offering an opinion.)
Person #1: I love your blog!
Good friend/family member #2: Sorry, don’t read your blog.
Person #3: I read your blog, but don’t read it any more. Sorry.
Blog Reader: I love your photographs! They are great!
Next Reader: If you keep taking pictures, you’ll improve.
Next Reader: You should write a book with your stories and photos!
Next Reader: Here’s what you need to remember: Focus, focus, focus!
Next Reader: I really like your stories best.
Next Reader: Your photos are amazing! All of your talent is in photography.
Next Day: Keep trying. Maybe you need a new camera?
Commenter: I love your stories!
Friend: Sorry, I don’t read any of your blogs. You know how stories bore me.
Commenter: Don’t worry, Kathy, I like your photos AND stories.
Next Day: Friend Unsubscribes. Basically says: Why would anyone read a blog about PERSONAL STORIES? Boring.
Next Hour: Your stories are amazing! They help me see myself more clearly. Thank you.
Next Day: Another Friend: “It is basically ‘unspiritual’ to write in the first person. What self are you referring to?”
And then: I liked your spiritual blogs better than these recent ones.
“No, no, your nature blogs were best. Please write about nature. Please.”
I like the pictures of the Upper Peninsula and Lake Superior. (After having posted personal stories for a week. Sigh.)
“Why do you respond to every comment? That is just stupid!”
“THANK you for responding to all the comments–it makes it feel so personal. Like we’re all together.”
“Comments? Oh no, I don’t read any comments.”
“Why don’t you post smaller pictures?”
Next day: “I LOVE the big photo format! Keep it up!”
“Why don’t you just post every few days when you’re truly inspired?”
“Please post every day! I LOVE reading every day! You make my day!”
“Can’t you just post quality blogs? I mean, instead of posting so many.”
“I like thoughtful blogs best.”
“I like your funny blogs! That’s why I read!”
“Why can’t you write more spiritual blogs?”
“I love how I learn so much spiritually from your blogs…”
Last night: (I swear this happened): “That is a TERRIBLE fish picture! Don’t you remember how to focus?”
Within an hour: I love the fish photo and That is the happiest fish I’ve ever seen!! He/She loved getting its picture taken and seems to be smiling and dancing for that lady it sees so often.
Sigh. It goes ’round and ’round. A different opinion every hour.
When we reach our middle years–our wise years, shall we say?–shouldn’t we have figured out that we can’t please everyone? We must blog from our heart. From our spirit. From the writing muse which grabs hold and tells us which direction to pursue next.
My new year’s resolution (Would anyone like to join me?) is to continue to be True to Myself. Not to gauge what should or shouldn’t be written or said or blogged by the Outside Opinion.
Yes, I will listen to the Outside Opinion. Yes, I will see if the outside advice fits. If it’s valuable. But if it’s not–What You See is What You Get.
(And if you think that is trite, that’s OK. The next person will think it is the wisest thing they’ve ever heard. I can guarantee it.)