Let’s cut to the chase here: we’re all a little guilty of oversharing nowadays, right?
While we’re not all sharing ultrasounds of our unborn child* to Facebook acquaintances or proclaiming loudly about what we’re up to that evening to a bus-load of people, I think oversharing has become a bit of a given. Odd.
There’s a certain beauty in the hustle and bustle of the modern, digitally-addled world of being unspoken. Quietly meandering with – or against – the flow of often narcissistic and materialistic behaviour is kinda underrated. I’ll put my hands up and admit that I sold my soul to the digital devil when I signed up for Twitter and the nail was put in the coffin once somebody in the Android world gave me access to Instagram. Hey *insert random no. of followers*, come and see what I’m eating/drinking/doing/seeing but with a careful cropped edit and a filter to make my life look real good.
This year I’ve begun to take a little more care with my given persona. You are what you share.
In my final year at University, as this blog began to expand and grow beyond my wildest expectations, I think I overheard a fellow WFC girl loudly state that “even complete Z-list bloggers will do XYZ”. Ouch. By the very nature of what I do – and what we all do! – there’s a pretty fundamental (emphasis on the fun here!) part of sharing a little of everything. Personality and diversity of lifestyle are what keeps blogs and personal websites such an innovative and valuable platform. While sharing a snippet of what I’ve somehow managed to do via the ol’ blog is rewarding and fun, I’m finding it more and more considerate and life conscious to take a step back and imagine my shared life from my real life friends’ point of view.
It’s human nature to edit and cut the crap – essentially what I’m getting at here – from our lives for want of a prettier view.
In my eyes? I want my blog to be and become an inspiring place to relax and escape from the daily mundane, even if for just 10 minutes. You’ve probably got more than your fair share of terrible commutes, daily errands, dinner that is 2 minutes “too cooked” and [Insert your not-so-glam weekly Friday takeaway choice here]. Why not come here, online, to read about the beautiful unnecessary, the amazing opportunities that grow from a free hobby, devour meals via Instagram and get a glimpse into the style elite industry that is, let’s face it, still unreachable?
We all risk getting caught up in the moment, quietly and not to quietly wanting our blog babies to blossom into something well recognised and thought about, and with the continuing onslaught of “content” and “exposure”, is it better to be seen and heard and all the time everytime?
Be graceful and eloquent. Share topical debates, a sly snap of that celebrity you saw at an event and a platter of, let’s face it, oh so delectable macarons. Spread the word about your whimsy purchases, that new dress by Zara, those boot bargains from Topshop and exclusive discounts.
But be a little unspoken sometimes. It’s nice to be, have and find a breath of fresh air.