I’ve checked and I actually created gabriellesnow.wordpress.com (as previously called) back in November 2015 so 2 and a half years.
For the first 1 and a half years, I have to admit I wasn’t blogging much but it was around this time last year that I really fell in love. I had a space of my own where I could talk about anything I wanted to and could pretty sure the person reading would be interested in it as well. I didn’t have real friends with whom I was totally connecting with – or they were 500km away – and had so much to say and so much creativity to use.
A year later, I can safely say that I’ve changed and evolved so much thanks to my blog.
I feel part of a community of people with whom I can relate. I like having this space of my own where nobody can tell me what to do and how to do it. I’ve realized that I don’t really like to be given orders to in the professional world. However, I like to feel that I belong to a group, like I’m doing my part.
I have been able to practice my writing and hopefully to improve it. I’ve always loved writing, it’s quite therapeutic for me I’ve come to realize. It’s formulating and putting into word feeling and emotions, thoughts and ideas.
My blog has made me think more deeply about who I am as a person and what I want to bring to the world. I’ve always loved sharing, making people feel more empowered and confident, giving advices and communicating ideas. Being able to actually share them online has been such a great outlet for me.
It has forced me to work on my confidence. Whether it’s putting myself out there on the blog or on social media, it has been quite the journey. Being the shy little person that I am, I always feel self-conscious doing anything so hitting “publish” knowing that the entire world could have access to my work was scary. Even now when I post a photo of myself on Instagram my heart races a little. Speaking of photos, having my photo taken has been a huge deal for me. I only started a month ago and I’m still working on feeling more comfortable in front of the camera. Thank goodness my sister knows how to put me at ease and gets amazing shots.
I’ve had to learn to accept and appreciate more how I look. I’ve always been very self-conscious of my height (5’1) as everybody on the planet likes to comment on it. My weight has always been a near obsession for me too so having my body photographed is not easy. My sister gets crazy when she shows me a few shots and I ask her if she could take more because “my arms look so big”, or “my stomach looks huge” or “my mouth is ugly”. It also has to do with angles of course so I’m also working on poses and learning what works for me. I’ve come to actually love the process more. I feel so inspired and empowered. I know I’m working on myself and creating better content by having gorgeous photographs taken.
I’ve learned to edit photos as well. This has been a great creativity outlet as well. I love editing photos and putting them together to create my Instagram grid or for blogposts.
I’ve had to work on my shyness in being more active on social media and commenting, sharing, and reacting. I’m also working on actually telling about my blog to people in my life. It’s not something very common in France it seems and so having to explain what it entails I always think that people end up not really getting it or thinking I just like to talk about myself. But in the end, I’m quite proud of my little corner of the internet so why not share it more?
I’m already a quite organized person but when I decided to post regularly about two to mostly three times a week it meant I also had to juggle more things and learn to plan ahead, get organized and stay on top of things.
Being a blogger means being a one-girl-band and handling a lot of different jobs which has been so empowering and gratifying. Knowing when I hit “schedule” that I’ve created a post from A to Z (well except taking the photos if they are of me) always feels like an amazing achievement.
All in all, I’m very happy I’ve started this blog 2 and half years ago. It was such a great decision.