A Batty Life

Man it’s a HUGE Intimating World!

And I am just a teeny tiny piece of  it.

I don’t know if anyone else can relate, but it seems every time I do something and find out, Wow hey I’m pretty good at this, and I LOVE it! Everyone else seems to be doing it too, and faster and better!

Blogging for instance, I thought I’d give it a shot, someone really cool (actually the coolest cool) told me buyers want to know “who” they are buying from. They want to know you, and blogging would be my way to show them I really am this cheesy chick I say I am!  So, I decided to go ahead and put myself out there. Soon I  staring noticing other blogs, and then more, and then hundreds, and then I realized almost everyone in the world had a blog! And a fancy one, not like my high school diary one your reading here! They were really professional adult blogs with ad’s and scrolling images, and FOLLOWERS that aren’t spammers!What is that all about??!! And at first I was like its ok its  cool, different strokes for different folks, and really I’m just here to let people that would like to buy from my family’s Jewelry and artwork  at  battyhead.com know who we are and what we’re all about, but then I realized…

No one really wants to buy our Art and Jewelry! Sure at first people were buying, but the trend was friends and family, and no one that didn’t know us. Chris and I definitely started to get down and feel embarrassed, useless, and like loosers… People would try to make us feel better by saying things like, “The economy…” & “people just can’t justify jewelry the way they used to…” or “its hard to advertise…” But then  looking further into the Internet after I checked out other handmade jewelers and saw, no that not true, they were making crazy sales!! Then I started hearing, “oh my Aunt, or Friend, or sister makes jewelry too!” and from the sounds of it, they were making a living from it! Where to me, its just become a therapeutic hobby….So once again I’m on the bottom of the food chain.

Finding and getting the job, Twitter, Facebook, childrens and neighborhood party invites, HOA meetings, exercising, being green,volunteering, thank God I don’t care about parking in the last spot so far in the back  you need a stun gun to walk to and from your car!

It is a big world, and I enjoy being simple, but sometimes reality, and I use the word “sometimes” very loosely, I notice that I am like a tiny little speck, preferably sparkly, that most people never even get a chance to see. And that makes me a little sad…                 

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