“Hey MTV!”
*Takes a long dramatic walk to the camera while scrolling through my google photos album*
“My name is Frances, I’m from the DMV and I’m a….
*long dramatic sigh*
…content hoarder!!!”
And if you’re reading this, you may be one too or you may have a friend or family member suffering from this same condition. This has got to be a silent pandemic! What is it about posting your own personal creative content that just seems so daunting? Y’all, I’m talking event organization and creative content from 2015. Two more years and it will be a whole decade. I don’t know what’s wrong with meeee!!! I think I may hoard content for a couple reasons; the first thing coming to mind is perfectionism and aesthetics.
I’m an aesthetics girly. Through and true. I am a card-carrying member of the “Is it giving?” collective (IIGC is a real thing, we have a coat of arms, get non-profit tax deductions, have a group motto “IS IT GIVINGGG?!” and everything. hahaa!). On a serious note, for me it’s just gotta look a certain way. It’s gotta feel a certain way and jump off the page ever so elegantly - it’s gotta have that jay-nay-say-crocs. I think the French call it “je nais se quois”…but who really knows if the French really meant to say what I call it instead :). And it’s them “Janae Monae Crocs” type of pressure that particularly keeps me stuck. And hesitant. And stubbornly resistant to posting the content I should have posted years ago. For me, it’s just gotta be perfect. Not only the content itself has to be perfect but also the way it appears on the social media feed.
““I think the French call it “je nais se quois”…but who really knows if the French really meant to say what I call it instead.””
I find that this expectation of mine is so paramount to me that it becomes an arresting force. And quite frankly, a blocking force to my growth and expansion of my customer base. Let’s face it, the algorithms expect content and lots of it. So of what use is my perfection if it costs me progress in the end?
That’s deep. And as I’m typing this, I can think about other reasons outside of perfection that I think I will touch on in posts to come. But right now, I’m fixated on breaking the mold that has kept me stuck for so long. *Cue Shackles by Mary Mary* So I’m going to end this blog entry here and BREAK FREE BABY! I’m going to time myself in getting this published. I’m not going to take more than 5 minutes on proofreading this. And I’m not going to take more than 5 minutes choosing the perfect picture header for this post. So if there are a couple wrong verb tenses in this thang, or if the picture thumbnail of this post ends up being the fingernails of a donkey - you’ll know why.
We breaking free baby! And we gonna make sure it’s still “giving” while we’re at it.