I need a hook, and I can’t think of anyone. According to the absolutely fabulous and extremely talented Valerie Khoo from the Sydney writing centre, I should start very post with something that’s going to get your attention, and implore you to read until the very end.
And so, of course, my mind is completely blank.
I am completely hook free.
So maybe, instead I cold just ask you nicely if you’ll keep reading, cause you’re awesome like that. 🙂
It’s Sunday arvo, and I’m sitting on my couch, gradually coming back to earth after the fabulous Digital Parents Conference I attended on the weekend.
There are a hundred things I could tell you, and believe me I want to share every one; hopefully over the next few days, I’ll be able to filter through the fog in my brain and create some clear, concise, and completely hookable (?) blog posts.
For today you just get me still half asleep, and fiddling through the randomness.
If I could tell you the one thing that really stood out to me about the conference, it was easily the people. Bloggers are incredible bunch. As Mrs Woog so concisely put it:
There really is nothing I can add to that.
But they aren’t always what you expect. Some of the bloggers that you expect to be quiet, and reserved will actually talk your ear off given half the chance; others who seem so self assured and confident on their blog, are actually riddled with insecurity and self doubt.
And still others are exactly as you imagined they would be.
It goes to show you really can never judge a blogger by their header.
At first, I wondered if this was an authenticity issue; if people were being true to themselves and true to their readers, surely there couldn’t be such a chasm between their IRL persona and their on-line one?
But then I realised that not only was this a highly critical and judgemental view to take, it also goes against everything that is beautiful about blogging.
All humans have a desire, and a right to be heard. We all have a story to tell, we all have something to share.
Years ago, so many people went silent.
To be fair, so many still do.
Problogger talked inspirationally about the power social media has, and how we can effectively use our microphone for good, by passing it on to others. By telling the stories of the less fortunate, and the down right oppressed.
I loved the analogy; the idea that my purple patch of the interwebz could be used to give someone else a voice and raise awareness of important issues.
But to be perfectly honest, it’s not the big issues that stir my heart; it’s the small ones.
Whilst I think it is completely wonderful and awesome that Eden Land is on route to Africa at this very moment to share the stories of the people of Niger, it also excites me when the housewife down the street has a voice.
Mothers are incredible people. We deal with so many different, and comes issues everyday, and somehow we still manage to get through it and do it all again.
Day after day.
Week after week.
Month after month.
Year, after painfully slow year.
It doesn’t stop.
And that process. That life with its tediousness and randomness and fluctuations between incredible boredom and flat out hysteria, is beautiful.
So completely, wonderfully, beautiful.
Three days away from it will prove it.
So when a woman can write about that; when she can share her voice, and be heard, that is a wonderful thing. When she can be find the courage to be funny, or witty, or bold, or quiet, or thoughtful, or insightful or whatever else she is in her writing, she is not being untrue to who she is; she is being completely real. That is her voice; that is who she is when she is herself, and not pressured by the demands that come from social situations.
We all want to be heard, but in doing so, we all need to listen. To look beyond the obvious, and make the effort to know people, to understand them, and to love them completely, unconditionally and without fault. No judgement, no condemnation and no reserves.
It’s not an easy thing, and I’m the first to admit I struggle on a daily basis, but what sets apart the human race from the rest of the animal kingdom is out ability to communicate and connect. Whether that’s on line, at a coffee shop or standing in the queue at the bank.
We all have a voice.
And we all have an obligation to hear the voices of others.
And that is an awesome responsibilty.