Has social media lost the social?

Ok I confess, I’m a serial Insta addict. There have been plenty of times I’ve said to Mark I don’t feel like we talk anymore, especially since becoming parents. His response? You’re always on your phone. Possibly true.

I’ve gone through phases with social media, I love the thrill of starting a new account, meeting new people, developing new content and devising a strategy based on my aims and goals. But recently I’ve fallen out of love with the whole thing. Far too many accounts are left to automated software to like, comment and post – but what does that leave you with? An anti social platform where robots simply follow and unfollow all whilst leaving random comments on your posts. This week I’ve been told I’d be an ‘amazing brand rep’ for a childrens book about an alien in Hawaii and make (cue best American accent) an ‘awesome brand enthusiast’ for a company in the States that appears to do nothing more than draw tits on t-shirts and sell them for $50 a time! And when I responded to these comments and questioned what in actual fact makes my account so perfect for these products?….

Tumbleweed, nothing, silence.

So whilst it may have appeared slightly bizarre to start a whole new Instagram account, I’d had enough of the bots, the brand reps, the ‘#ad’, the follow loops and all that other ‘blah’ stuff. It’s time to put the ‘social’ back into social media, build supportive online communities and get conversations going again.

I may have gone from having almost 12000 followers on my old account but right now I’m more than happy with the 40 something followers who have decided to come along for the ride at my new little insta address.

So if you’re a real person reading this, swing by my account, let me know you exist maybe even reach out and say hi. Together lets put the social back into social media.

Wishing you a thoroughly sociable week,
Amanda x

Find me @home_of_the_little_something

on Instagram (of course)

Setting the goals

So I think I’ve found my favourite new flowers, at a time I’m also trying to find a new direction.

I think one of the hardest lessons I’ve learnt over the past few months is that you can’t do it all. I’ve never relied on what I do on Instagram to pay my bills (my real job does that) but I have relied on Instagram as an outlet, a way of connecting with people who have similar interests and ultimately what I get up to on here is my hobby.

Do I want to share everything about my life? Not really. Snippets of my life is fine but having run down my shop and changed my insta handle to match my blog, I’m kinda feeling what now? What next? Do I even need a direction?

I follow so many different accounts on Instagram and speak to so many people that more often than not, I’m hearing people say they feel restricted by the persona they’ve created on social media, feeling like they can’t stray from the online identity they’ve created for themselves. So what do you do? Join the masses? Post aimless daily instastories? Take a ton of photos hoping to get the perfect shot for your page? Is that what social medias really all about?

I spoke to someone recently who said before you can set your goals you need an aim. So what are my aims? What’s the purpose behind the page?

I’m constantly working on so many new projects, maybe it’s time to streamline, refocus & make social media more about the social again. But for now I need to make it a hobby again, focus on the purpose and reset the goals…watch this space.

Time for a change

 

I guess this is a bit of an update, a message to introduce the next chapter so here it is…

Today is the first day of the summer holidays and for those of you who have read the blog or know me well, you’ll know this is generally my least favourite time of year! Why? I hear all the non-teachers out there scream! Well because as I explained in Apparently times a healer, school holidays are usually the time when you’re home alone, with too much time on your hands and somehow those ‘black hole’ emotions find a way of creeping back into your life and take you back to a place you don’t want to go. But not this holiday. See I’ve made a conscious decision – one that I think needed to be made – I’ve said time and time again that aside from Mark and my need to lift heavy weights at the gym and punish my body with all sorts of physical workouts! The only other thing that truly got me through last year and mentally helped me to rebuild myself was this little blog. In a strange way, writing things down meant they were no longer floating around my head. As much as both Mark and I have an extremely supportive network of family and friends, sometimes, you can’t say things as well as you could if you were to write them down and if there’s any proof in that, it’s the number of people who have spoken to me after reading a post and said ‘I had no idea you felt like that’. But that’s the point, I didn’t want people to carry the burden of my emotions as well as their own, so Home of The Little Something carried them for me and together we’ve made it through this far.

But back to this year’s holiday plan – so I’ve got 6 empty weeks ahead of me, we’re not going away as we’ve got a few bits left to do with the house before the baby arrives in November, I didn’t want to fly or leave the country (yes I’m a crazy pregnant lady) plus Mark’s new job means annual leave is pretty much non-existent over the next couple of months. But for the first time in what feels like forever, I’m ok with that. The thought of being at home for 6 weeks is actually alright. I plan to write, finally launch The Little Something Company, write some more, eat carrot cake, meet up with friends and family, drink decaf coffee and make the most of what could be the last ever summer holiday on my own. And with this change of mindset comes a change of tone for Home of the Little Something too. Both Mark and I have come a long way since I started this blog, we’ve started our next chapter and with everything else in life, I think the blog needs to start the next chapter as well, evolve a bit and catch up with where life is at now. The story of the twins will still very much be a part of my writing – there’s still so much of their story to tell but so will this pregnancy, where we’re at now and what got us through.

If I were to update you with where things are as of today – mentally I still have my moments, only last weekend pregnancy anxiety crept in, negative thoughts and freaky dreams took up most of our Saturday! But Mark and I are the strongest we’ve been, we have more of an understanding of each other, we’re supporting each other through this pregnancy and we’re together, a team and whatever life intends to throw at us we’ll tackle it head on and work our way through it. We will forever be the twins parents and they will forever be a part of our family, our hearts and our story but it’s time to start focusing on what’s to come for our little family. The twins will have a baby brother in a matter of months and right now focusing on him and his pregnancy story feels like the right thing to do and I’ve already got the title of my next post ready to go.

Lots of love as always,

A xx

Here we go again

I’ve toyed long and hard with the idea of writing about this and after a week of feeling a bit all over the place and talking it through with Mark, I decided it’s the right thing to do, so here goes…

I’ve been quiet on here for a while and that’s not because I’ve run out of things to write – trust me there are pages of blog titles in my journal just waiting to come to life! But my focus has maybe changed slightly.

Quite clearly 2017 was not our year. I spent the majority of it wishing away every single day, week and month 2017 had to offer and when December 31st 2017 finally arrived, something changed. I quite literally felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and the mental fog which had been scrambling my brain for the last 9 months disappeared. Despite the fact I’d spent a chunk of last year telling Mark I never wanted to get pregnant again, I was moving to Australia (no idea why Australia was so appealing) and doing my very best to convince myself and everyone around me that I was fine and life was coming together again, the truth was, it wasn’t. However, New Years Eve made me realise that almost everything I’d ever wanted I already had. I didn’t need Australia, I didn’t want to never be pregnant again and even though things weren’t fine and life wasn’t coming together – there was one thing we could take control of and that was the huge gaping hole in our lives.

Mark and I have made a good life for ourselves, we’ve visited some amazing places, eaten in some of the best restaurants, bought our first home together, attempted to start a family and ultimately we’ve made memories to last a lifetime together. We’ve been there for each other, we’ve supported each other through things no one else on this planet knows about or could even begin to understand and yet there I was still mentally trying to run away from it all. Mark and I both realised that the end of 2017 meant the end of a chapter and the need to start a new one. December 31st we decided we needed to do something to fill the void 2017 had created in our life. I took the last pill in my pill packet, focused on eating right, cut down on alcohol, threw myself into the gym and Mark and I went about trying to start a family all over again…And guess what? Saturday 3rd March 2018 2 people sat together staring at a pregnancy test with a positive reading.

When I was pregnant with the twins, I put nothing on social media, banned everyone else from doing so and I certainly would have never dreamed of blogging about it for all for the world to read. However, this time is different, I know that Home of The Little Something gave me a lifeline last year that nothing else could. Deep down inside, I know that if the unthinkable were to happen again, this little blog will get me through.

So as the title says ‘here we go again’ we’re currently 15w5d pregnant, had 3 scans, a ton of tests, there’s only one baby in there and so far everything is as it should be. I don’t know what 2018 is going to throw at us but so far it’s given us almost 16 weeks of morning sickness, exhaustion, nerves but most importantly it’s given us hope. We’re taking it one day at a time. Are we at the ‘we’re having a baby!’ stage yet? No absolutely not – those words are yet to leave our mouths. But we are pregnant and all being well November 2018 could be the month that gives us our little one, starts the family we’ve longed for and gives the twins a baby brother or a sister.

As always thanks for reading.

Lots of love and positivity,

A xx