In April, I ventured pretty far outside of my comfort zone. For someone who doesn’t like a lot of attention, who doesn’t enjoy the spotlight, and who is usually a fairly private person, blogging wasn’t something that I had ever pictured myself doing. Sure, I liked to write in late elementary school and early middle school. But as I moved throughout high school and college, life got busy. Writing wasn’t on my radar; papers, tests, spending time with friends, and Saturday nights in LSU’s Death Valley kept me on a tight schedule and I loved every second of it.
Now that I’m in nursing school, life hasn’t gotten any less busy. In fact, it’s gotten busier than ever. But this past summer was the first summer that I haven’t taken summer class, and for a while, I kept wondering what I was going to do to fill my time (the idea of not studying was totally foreign to me). During the end of April, right before my finals week, I heard a soft and quiet voice telling me to start a blog. I wasn’t sure why, I wasn’t sure how, and I had not the slightest idea about the blogging world. All I knew was that when God said move, I was supposed to move. So I started a blog. I probably should’ve looked at those handy little Pinterest articles, like “How to Start Your First Blog” and “Starting A Lifestyle Blog for Beginners.” But I didn’t. I made a website (not without lots of Google searches and confusion) and I created my own little corner of the internet, where my fingers could run wild on a keyboard and my thoughts could fill pages.
My short time as a blogger has been so rewarding. I’ve met some of the sweetest and most encouraging fellow bloggers. I’ve learned a lot about myself and I’ve learned how to efficiently manage my time. I’ve learned that it can be difficult to find the courage to share your writing with the whole world, or even just with your friends. But, the most important thing I’ve learned through blogging is a lesson about comparison. We’ve all heard that “comparison is the thief of joy.” If you’re rolling your eyes right about now, I don’t blame you. I don’t usually like those generic statements that everyone tends to overuse, either. But something about that statement really resonates with me. As humans, we’re prone to comparison. Comparison of hair, body type, skin color, intelligence, jobs, style, material items, and the list goes on and on. Comparison may cause discrimination, but it sure doesn’t discriminate when it weasels its way into our minds. We’re all victims of comparison. We’ve all wished that we had Becky from down the street’s car, or Sally’s internship, and let’s be real.. we’ve all wanted the number in Bill Gates’ bank account.
As a blogger, there’s constant comparison. Comparison of your Instagram aesthetic, your number of followers, your amount of sponsored posts, your number of readers and website visitors, and of your content. I’ve found myself wishing that I had a larger following, that I had a larger amount of viewers, and that my account looked like someone else’s. I’ve wished that I had landed a sponsored post or a bigger collaboration. And while growing my blog is one of my goals, it’s easy to get consumed with comparison, which instantly makes you feel unworthy, untalented, unnoticed, and like you might as well just throw in the towel, simply because you don’t have 500 likes on your picture or several thousand followers.
My blogging experience has taught me that it’s not about the multitude. I don’t need a massive following to be successful, because my success is not my own. It’s God’s. If His intentions are to reach one person through this blog, I’ll praise Him for it and I’ll rejoice over the fact that someone has entered the Kingdom of God. If His intentions are for The Rose Gold Pineapple to have 10,000 followers and multiple people are introduced to Christ via this blog, then I’ll rejoice over that too. I can’t compare my blog to others, because His plan for my blog may not be the same plan that He has for others, and that’s perfectly okay.