Something for everyone

After a decade working with content creators across dozens of niches, you’d think that I wouldn’t be taken aback by much on the internet these days. I’ve fallen down some pretty spectacular holes on YouTube in particular, and have ended up with a playlist of strangeness that will jolt me out of a bad mood almost instantly, just by thinking about them.

I’m taking an online course right now on Facebook marketing, so when I walked past my son’s computer this morning, and saw him surfing down a page with a bunch of ant photos, I stopped in my tracks. Right now, there are over 18,000 people who have liked a Facebook page about ants, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I told my son as much, and he pointed out that the guy (of course it’s a guy) who runs the ant page also has over a million YouTube followers for his videos about ants.

Leaving aside my minor issues with ants (they’re fine, except in the house) I have to admit I’m impressed that this guy, and his passion for ants and ant-keeping clearly keeps him motivated to create content, and he’s managed to connect with other people who are as into ants as he is. It reinforces what I’m learning in the course I’m taking, and simultaneously makes me wonder if I’ll ever be into anything as much as this guy is into ants. Of course, building content doesn’t always have to be about your own personal passions – it is about understanding the needs of your anticipated audience and giving them what they want or need (and other factors contribute, of course.) It’s fun to spend time creating content about things that you are super excited about. I just don’t have That One Thing that keeps me endlessly enthusiastic (yet).

I’m questioning everything in my life right now.

Out of order

My oldest kid is a college student now, and I’m the worst blogging mom in the world, because like so many of our big family moments in recent years, I let this one slip by with maybe a photo on instagram to mark the occasion. I just lost the writing mojo for a long time there. I’m not sure I’ll find it easily again, but I’m determined to try. Can’t be that hard, given I literally have years of milestones and memories to write about.  It’s an embarrassment of blogging riches, just waiting to happen!

So, my first baby, my 18 year old (oh year, that happened too) is at the JC this year, after graduating in June. When my kids were little, I imagined graduation as something Significant and Major, and I guess it was. I mean, look at us, we even took a selfie to celebrate the moment. We had a cake, too. I didn’t completely phone it in (although the cake was for my youngest’s 8th grade graduation, my husband’s 49th birthday AND my oldest’s graduation, so they all had to share.)

We also screamed “WOOOO!” when her name was called and she walked across the stage, which is our standard family response to any accolades. We keep threatening to plan out a dance or elaborate hand jive to further mark special occasions (and possibly scar our children for life) but we’re all talk.

Instead of some sort of dawning of a new adult life, her post-high-school life has evolved to spending hours online running her World of Warcraft guild, eating ramen and Hot Pockets in protest of my new low-carb menus, and riding the city bus back and forth to school, since she’s still not driving. She always has some hilarious anecdote about her experiences with her fellow public-transit riders. She even came home with a greeting card that she was given by a woman that declared them BFFs. She had not seen this woman before, and has not seen her since, but as I explained, sometimes you can just have that instant, soul-deep connection with someone. She blew that theory up though, because apparently all 20 people waiting for the #6 bus got the same card. SO MUCH FOR BEING SPECIAL.

Maybe things would feel more monumental if she was at a four-year school. In any case, I’m thrilled to have her home for a few more years. Maybe when she transfers (if she transfers far enough away that living at home is impractical) we’ll recognize her Big Transition.

 

 

 

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