Kir is one of the sweetest women out there in the blogosphere. She has become an amazing friend to me and is an example of what sort of fabulous relationships you can make through blogging. Meet Kir from The Kir Corner.
I am so giddy with excitement for my turn on the beach with Shell. I have adored her and her blog for a long time and being here is like having someone give me a *CUPCAKE* for no reason other than it’s Friday.
Shell, thank you so much for having me over today…I’m truly honored to be sharing a piece of this sandy paradise with you today.
So we come here to talk about the stuff we can’t say.
I have a pretty big mouth and have been known to say what’s on my mind ( a bit too often) but I don’t normally do it on my blog. I like that place to be safe, comforting and the opposite of controversial.
So anyway, recently I was reading another blog and that writer cited an article that asked the question about how you live your life. I believe the title was along the lines of “Do you sit in the first row or the third?”
Which got me thinking about what I can’t say.
Front row folks are people I envy. They jump in those seats and laugh heartily, love deeply and live out loud. Some days I even convince myself that I might be a first row person, but the truth, the stuff I can’t say is that I’m more of a 2nd row type of gal.
I mean I do feel deeply about many hot button topics, but I don’t get involved. I don’t write about them, facebook them, come up with a new website and change the world by trying to set my own life on fire. I don’t initiate new memes or linkys, I don’t go out of my way to call attention to myself.
I am a B Type personality in an A Type world.
Truth is, I do better in groups, I follow and compromise and sure I would love for you to sponsor my blog or me but I’m not going to ask. It just isn’t who I am.
I’m a terrible salesperson because I wouldn’t ask you to buy something from me even if my life depended on it.
In blogging sometimes you have to be an A Type. I mean geesh guys there is a conference named TYPE A. However, you are never going to see me there. I’d feel like such a hypocrite in that space.
Sure I have things that I am very picky about: say for instance the way my twins are dressed each day or the fact that I will redo our Christmas card until it looks “exactly right” but when it comes to things like building my readership, promoting my own writing or learning why SEOs are so important I glaze over, become disinterested and yearn for a comfy chair in the 2nd row.
In the 2nd row, I can applaud the various efforts of the front row people, I can cheerlead and bask in the warm light of people I am lucky enough to call my friends, basking in their “awesome”. I can see what is being done in the front row and bring it to the people in the 3rd row. Sometimes I think my special gift is simply being a very happy courier for other people’s accomplishments.
That doesn’t bother me, much.
Sure, being a 2nd row girl means that I have moments of jealously and wistfulness about the front row folks. It means that some days I consider pushing myself forward toward all the opportunities it might offer me, but in my heart I know it’s not for me. While I know I wasn’t born to sit in the 3rd row my thin skin and empathetic heart also means I can never move to that cushy captain’s chair in the 1st.
And while I don’t like to say it out loud, you Type A’s need us Type B’s. Who else is going to make sure your efforts and amazing qualities are shouted out to the rest of the auditorium? (Well as long as I get a nap in between sessions.)
The thing is that I do love, laugh and live out loud, I just don’t do it in the typical Type A kind of way.
In this world of overachievers and go-getters I’m just glad there is still a place for the mediocre and average Type B gals like me.
Please show Kir, who is far from “mediocre and average” despite her modest protestations, some comment love here. And then go follow her blog The Kir Corner. You can also find her on facebook and on twitter.