It’s 1 February, time to analyse my self-set challenge of a January free of ablogogising.
The month is best summarised by the above photo of a heinous attempt at my first ever poached egg. How best to Instagram caption this without doing myself down? I tried hard to be positive without preening. Did I succeed? Preening… Interesting word choice.
During January I shared a gazillion Instagram photos and nine blog posts. All I had to do was avoid self-derogatory language in the pursuit of creativity.
Did Confidence Come Naturally?
It probably helps that I’ve been blogging and sewing for over five years. It also helps that I didn’t make any howlers over January. And it helps that my day job teaches me to have faith in myself, even when I don’t have faith in myself. I’m not sure a lot of girls or women receive that lesson on a daily basis. (And yes, I think this is a gender issue.)
Did I twitch, knowing that my flannel pyjamas held some less than perfect details? Not really. I’d made awesome pyjamas that I’m wearing as I type – high five!
I’d give myself 8/10 on the confidence front.
Did Confident Language Come Naturally?
This was much more nuanced. At least two blog posts went live before I even thought about checking my vocabulary for a ‘sorry’ or ‘silly me’. Fortunately, no hindsight editing was called for. But I did panic and go back and check, which led me to ponder how much ablogogising slips out without us even realising.
I’d give myself 6/10 on the language front.
Did I Help Others Find Their Confidence?
You tell me. Once my eyes were opened to ablogogising, I found it fascinating to watch how others presented themselves. I even indulged in the odd comment on blog or Instagram accounts, highlighting ablogogising. I either made myself incredibly unpopular or provided food for thought. Maybe both!
I’d give myself 7/10 on the helping front.
Conscious thought around language has been really interesting for me in January. Mrs C brilliantly described this exercise as ‘same info, different framing’. Did the frame adjustment work for you?
That photo of my badly poached egg prompted several suggestions for improvement and one week later, I’d learnt how to make a great poached egg. I’d also learnt that positive language isn’t just about the words you have the guts to use; it’s about the words you dare to leave out. Eggsellent.
And, yes. I really should have left that word out…