So yesterday for IBOT I published a post about blogging for money.
I thought that post was done; I certainly didn’t have any more to say on that particular matter.
Until late Monday night.
You see, I was messaging a friend on Facebook, and it got me thinking about the philanthropic nature of blogging.
Or rather the lack of it.
Our little blogging community has become rather consumed by ‘what can I get?’ ‘What’s in it for me?’ or my personal favourite, ‘My blog is worth far more than that!’
These comments and feelings are Completely justified. Blogging space is precious and shouldn’t just be filled with every press release that some random company floods your inbox with.
But what would happen, I wonder, if instead of thinking ‘what can I get?’ We started asking the question ‘What can I give?’
At DPCON12 I first came across the idea of social media for social good; realising that these little patches of interwebz have the opportunity to cause real positive change in our community.
I didn’t really understand how Diary of a SAHM could actively do that. My fan base is small, and I have little influence.
But as the year has gone, I’m beginning to see that it doesn’t matter how much power you have; it’s what you do with it.
I’ve been a little convicted.
This year, among other things, I’ve been working on my spending habits. Not that I was a great shopping addict, but it was a case of letting all the small things add up until there was a lot owing on the credit card, and nothing in the savings account.
Over the last few months, I’ve been challenging myself to change not just my spending habits, but also my thinking in regard to said habits, and I’m quietly pleased with how well I’m doing.
The down side, is that I used to be such a generous person. All the time, wanting to give and give and give.
Now I count the cost before every sacrifice. This, in itself, is not necessarily a bad thing. But the mental shift from a state of generosity, to miserliness, is not a positive improvement.
What it’s meant is this:
I have ignored the Sponsor Me post on Grace’s blog.
I haven’t even considered seriously giving anything to Deb’s efforts for Haiti.
And I kinda glossed over the generous ebook production of Denyse’s granddaughter.
Did you know I’m rich?
I have a car. Actually two cars, and one of them is a pretty new Pajero.
I have a sewing machine and so much beautiful fabric I don’t have enough time to play with it.
I have food in my pantry, and two fridges both full of not just necessities, but fun things too like Pepsi, and chocolate, and wine.
I have a MacBook.
Compared to 85% of the world, I’m pretty much rolling in it.
And yet I frequently turn a blind eye to the impoverished, hardening my heart to share even a few dollars, in the name of ‘financial wisdom,’ and ‘personal growth.’ I can spend $300 to go to a blogging conference in March, but can’t spare the $2 Denyse’s granddaughter is donating for her hard work? $2 that would not only make a difference in the life of a starving child, but also the mind of a thirteen year old girl, proving she can make her world a better place.
That’s pretty disgusting.
Did you know I have holes in my floor?
They came from leaky sunlights in the roof, and they are annoying, dirty and beyond frustrating. When small children come to my house they say, ‘what happened to your floor?’ whilst their parents are too polite to ask.
I’ve had many people ask me when the landlords are going to fix it, and I say they will get around to it. They would probably do it tomorrow if they realised the extent, but they don’t. I haven’t fully let them know, on the account on one of them having cancer and all.
In the grand scheme of things, an inconvenient thoroughfare is squat when a woman is fighting for her life.
But truth be told, there is a part of me that is a little in love with the hole in my floor. Because it reminds me that I have a floor.
Unlike so many others.
The hole in my floor, reminds me that I am rich.
And I have something, not to get, but to give.
Can you spare $2 for World Vision? Buy Sophie’s ebook here