I have been blogging through the tired for over a year now. We all hit the ceiling of motivation eventually and then we must decide what is important to us. Why do we blog? Why do we keep blogging? For me it has always been simple and I have had a general idea of my goals for this platform. It is that master plan that keeps me focused and keeps me inspired… even through the tired.
I am posting my entire stat model for this blog. Those are the views for the past three years. The “comments” total is not accurate due to the number of posts I’ve deleted and made private. The total amount of views make me sad honestly. It makes me realize how much effort I put into making money for WordPress. It also shows me what can be done.
I have been reading a ton of blogs today. I see the disgruntlement that I have shared in the words of many of your posts. We all want to do what we love. We all want to make money doing that activity as well. It is the dream of many of us to get paid to either blog or to write, and those dreams don’t necessarily follow the average line of thought. That is ok. That is special in my book.
The one thing we will never run out of is doubters in our life. People that will put you down or put down your ideas because they don’t understand them. It may be a family member or friend who means well, but what they inadvertently do is kill a dream before understanding that dream. That is a sad thing in my book and is part of my motivation for networking daily. I enjoy showing people that you can accomplish what you want… even through the negativity. Let that negativity fuel you towards your future goals.
When I began this blog in 2013 I realized one important fact. I was late to the game. I have always been a day late and a dollar short picking up “trendy habits” that other people are already enjoying. I was busy playing online poker or building online kingdoms to care about this “blogging” activity my mom was always talking about. I heard about it and ignored it. I was not a writer and blogging wasn’t something I was interested in. I reserved my writing for where I have always placed it… inside my red journal.
I decided that I wanted to create a community on WordPress. I was not seeking to borrow or steal someone else’s followers, I didn’t need to share blogging tips I learned from other blogs and I wasn’t going to doctor my writing to entice people to visit. I came to the conclusion that to be unique you simply had to be yourself online and that is actually a lot harder than people realize. Everyone wants to be what they “think” people want to read in the blogosphere. They gloss over the facts they consider insignificant and harp on the crap everyone else is focusing on. It creates a plastic world in this virtual world we have all come to appreciate. I hate it.
The reason I took the name Opinionated Man is not because having opinions is unique. I took this name because the world is telling us each day to have an opinion… “just say it in such a way.” Fuck that. Fuck all of that. And fuck you society for trying to tell me how to think or speak. I have enjoyed the freedom to express myself here in my corner and I don’t care how crowded this corner gets. People subscribe to this blog to read true opinion, not the bullshit we are all forced to read on websites that require a disclaimer. My only disclaimer for this blog has always been that I will do what I must to make my dreams come true. I work daily towards that goal and even as I feel myself growing older each day, I still push myself to create something new. To write something new, meet another blogger, or to simply offer a kind word when someone needs it. Blogging is what you make of it and we all make something different to contribute to this virtual world.
I wish all of you the best in your pursuit of dreams, goals, and happiness. If making money off your blog is your goal then go for it. Do it and go big. Don’t listen to the people saying “that can’t be done.” Half the time they aren’t speaking from experience. Half the time those people aren’t worth half a thought.
Jason C. Cushman