Life and the blog world kind of wore me out last week. I was overwhelmed with work and the Nsale and everyone bashing bloggers sharing the Nsale and I had killer PMS and knew I needed to pull myself out of the funk before I obliterated someone. I treated myself to my once-a-week Starbucks then decided to do something good: I reached out to my hometown’s homeless coalition and asked what they needed donation-wise. Then I saw an Instastory from Taylor and decided to keep the train rolling.
I’m not into self-righteousness or bragging about good deeds, but sometimes we all need the reminder that there are others on the planet with us. I’ve been working on a couple of events with local organizations as a way to give back to women in our community and wondered why more bloggers don’t do the same? Why don’t we use the audience for good? For community outreach? It’s fun to be seen at restaurant openings and gain a million followers on Instagram, but what kind of legacy are we leaving? What good are we REALLY doing the world by letting our “followers” (am I the only one reminded of a cult every time I see this word?) about a sale or what we bought during a shopping spree or a new cocktail if we’re not creating real relationships or opening our arms to everyone?
This is a job for many people, and I get it. I make a little money off this space and it is nice to add to my income. I will never begrudge anyone for hustling. We all have jobs. Mine happens to be an 8:00-5:00 tech writing job. Other people are bloggers full-time. But I need a dose of reality: there are far more people in this world who cannot afford a $500 pair of shoes than there are those who can.
I am personally blessed. J and I have lucrative careers and own homes and save and we’re preparing to leave on our third vacation this year. I’m far from perfect, but we still have food in the fridge and gas in our vehicles and clean towels every morning. We were able to replace an HVAC system, roof, gutters, hot water heater, and more in less than a year. We have good health insurance and I burn $30 candles and things are fine. I don’t take anything for granted. And my point is that I don’t want anyone else to, either. These income streams might dry up one day. There are younger, prettier, savvier, hungrier women out there who will work harder and be kinder and the attention will fade. The $400 jeans will no longer be in style.
I’m just as guilty as the next gal. And I will continue sharing affiliate links and products I love, but I want to be more than that: I want to be remembered as someone who cared. Someone who genuinely, deeply loved and wanted the best for my fellow women (and everyone). One who wasn’t so blinded by my own privilege that I found it easy to ignore those less fortunate – those struggling to feed their babies or drive their car safely or those unable to afford a box of tampons while I discuss what a great deal a $300 cardigan is. I want to get to know you and your stories and what drives you and what makes you feel alive all the way to your soul. That’s what I want to do. I will share products recommendations – but also share the ugly parts and the shitty days and the struggles. I want everyone to feel that they belong here, that this isn’t an exclusive club for thin, blonde, rich, white women.
To wrap things up before I come across as judgmental or preachy (I’m the biggest asshole of us all, okay?), know that I spent approximately $893727 last week on fall clothes. I’m no better than anyone. But I need to put good vibes back out into the world. What can we do for someone else this week? Donate clothes and shoes and housewares. Donate money to an organization near to our hearts. Volunteer. Drop off some tampons and pads to a women’s shelter (what I did this weekend). Send an encouraging email or text or letter. Take someone dinner or coffee. We will be remembered more for our kindness than the time we alerted blog readers about a 40% off sale.
Send me all of your ideas for giving back this week. If you’re local and you’d like collaborate, hit me up. It takes us all.