The other night, I had a conversation with my beautiful wife, Annelle. I lamented that I didn’t seem to be taken very seriously by the professional online community, that much of what I had to say either went over people’s heads, wasn’t taken seriously, or outright ignored altogether. That once they saw I was a student, the rest was a given; I don’t need to be giving advice, I need to be taking it.
I’ve worked very hard over the past years of my involvement in Social Media. In the beginning, I was like most others just starting out; lot’s of passion, few street smarts. As time wore on, I studied what others were doing. I tried following the established and accepted practices. Then, slowly, I began to branch out, to make my own trail, and create some rules of my own. I tried to walk a logical path, while at the same time developing my own style.
And now? Now I am active on Twitter (though as a previous post suggests, maybe not in a way I should be). I have well over a hundred connections on LinkedIn, where I also am an admin for one very popular and highly professional Social Media discussion group, and an active participant in several others. I have more than a few friends on Facebook, and there belong to some industry related syndicates. While my presence on Foursquare is lacking, that is only because I never go anywhere.
And I write this blog.
I wear several hats every day. As director of Grannelle, I’m involved in trying to build the brand and generate business. As a student, I must study and submit assignments. And then, I try to stay active in Social Media, posting here and there whatever content is timely and relevant, attempting to do so with my own quirky, humorous style. I get paid for none of it, but I work very hard nonetheless.
Like anyone else, I want my efforts to mean something. I’m obviously not doing this for my health, for if that were the case I don’t think I’d be in the shape I’m in. Spending anywhere from 12 to 18 hours out of the day working as I do makes me feel I should be getting a reward of some type. Shouldn’t I? Wouldn’t you?
These were the issues I discussed with Nelle. I questioned whether my voracity was in vain, that my toils were for naught. She listened patiently as I spoke, and after I finished, she simply asked, “Baby, do you enjoy what you are doing?” I didn’t even have to think. Yes. Absolutely! “Then your efforts ARE your reward. It doesn’t matter if others don’t accept, or even understand, what it is you’re doing. You’re doing it because you have a love for it, and that means you do it as well as you possibly can. Keep doing what you do.”
Keep doing what you do. Could anyone ever ask for a greater affirmation? The words were an epiphany. She had swept away all the clouds of doubt, and gave me back my will to once again go forth and fight the good fight. And it seemed that since the commemoration of our wedding was soon to be upon us, this was the greatest gift she could bestow.
And so I post this on the day that marks our having been married, and so very much in love, for eleven years. I dedicate it to sweet, loving Nelle, the person who is there to remind me that for as long as what I am constructively doing makes me happy, nothing else matters. It is my present to her.
Happy anniversary, baby. Good times. Keep doing what you do.