A fleeting thought as I sit at my desk . . .
If I update my blog while I’m working, am I technically being paid to blog? If so, does this make me a “real” blogger?
I have the tendency to downplay every. single. thing. I do or am involved in, whether it’s professionally, athletically, or even pertaining to my hobbies. I delineate a “real” blogger as an individual who is either paid to write or has a large following. I consider and describe myself as an amateur blogger, which is accurate because:
- a person who engages in a pursuit [ . . . ] on an unpaid basis.
- engaging or engaged in without payment; nonprofessional.
However, does being a dilettante in a given element make the dabbler or their participation any less “real” in comparison with those who have garnered more experience?
When I am recognized for working at the police department, I am often asked if I’m an officer, and my response is typically, “I’m just a crime analyst.” When I have spoken fondly of a colleague who is a fellow long distance runner, I have, on more than one occasion, stated, “But Sandy’s a real runner.”
I have a habit of devaluing myself; it is a behavior that I regularly exhibit, but I have recently begun to notice just how prominent this trait is. During an afternoon stroll with Leola, a co-worker who I have befriended over the years, I discussed with her exactly what I have drafted above. “That’s a character flaw. You don’t have many, but that’s one of them. You can quote me in your blog.”
So, today marks the day that I attempt to alter the impression of myself I have left on . . . ME. I’m a real blogger. I’m a real runner. I’m not just anything. I’m real because I’m present, I’m trying, I’m doing.