I felt the pull, like cords in charge of keeping you from bungeeing too far, the first time I referred to myself as a blogger. The cords were there to keep me safe. Protect me from the unknown. I understand that now.
What exactly qualified me as a blogger anyway? I mean, I had no real training. Only a few hours scoping out a site geared towards helping “wannabes” create their first blog.
The participants were encouraging. Very encouraging. But they knew what a blogger should look like. And, a real blogger didn’t have a free site. No, a real blogger bought a domain name, found a hosting company and learned how to tweak a theme beyond recognition.
A real blogger understood that content was king and that pictures were mandatory. A real blogger knew which plugins to install and, when their site slowed to a crawl, a real blogger knew which plugins to uninstall. A real blogger knew social media…well.