With the kids on spring break, my daughter and I (along with her best friend and her best friend’s mom) took a trip to the city. I call it “The City” because I’m a born and raised Bronx gal. We call Manhattan, “The City.” If you’re a New Yorker, the city needs no further defining.
Where is This Leading?
Okay, you know eventually, this will get around to writing, but humor me for a bit. It has been quite some time since I visited the city. I lived and worked there all my life and when I moved out, I enjoyed the peace, quiet and serene life in the Hudson Valley. No longer did I have to take 2 hour long train rides from the Hudson Valley to downtown NY. No longer did I have to worry about child day care, Metro North schedules or subways.
After 9/11 happened and my husband made it out alive (he worked in 2 World Trade Center), we had not spent much time at all in the city. Ok, my hubby and son (the eternal Knick fans), did go to a Knick game or two, but that was pretty much the extent of our city trips.
Fear of the Unknown
Because we had not spent time in the city, my kids (especially my daughter) developed a skewed and unrealistic idea of the city. The movies, news and other kids painted a horrible picture of what New York City was all about. So, when we decided to take the trip in, she was nervous and had trepidations. Her nervousness quickly dissipated after we walked out of the train and into Grand Central terminal. She now wants to move to and live in the city (guess I’ll be making more frequent trips).
Beat of a Different Drummer
I tend to dance to the beat of a different drummer. I attribute much of that to my NYC upbringing. If you have ever walked down any street in NY, you’ll find all types of folks. There are the fashion mavens (who wear shoes with heels that are entirely too high to run for a bus, subway or even a cab) and there are the artistic types wearing their own style of clothing. You’ll find the business suits, hip hop types and then folks like me who find things that are comfortable (whether fashionable or not) to cover their nudity.
While in the city, my daughter purchased a pair of sunglasses (among other things). She wore her sun glasses with pride until her best friend pointed out that she had a clear “UV” sticker on one of the lenses. At that point in time, she took off the glasses and refused to wear them because she felt embarrassed (oh how quickly teenagers get embarrassed).
I put my arm around her shoulder and said, “Take a look around you. Does anyone care? Look at what folks are wearing.” I told her take her glasses out of her bag, put them on, UV sticker and all, stand tall and walk proudly down the street. Work that UV sticker, girl! She ended up removing the sticker (go figure). 🙂
Back to Online Writing
Writing online is much like walking down the streets of Manhattan. You can try to be like the fashion models, the business people, the artsy folks, the hip hop crew or you can find your own style and do you. There are a few online rules to doing you, but once you understand them, you can do you with reckless abandon.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I tried to follow what the gurus told me to do, but it just didn’t feel right in my soul. Instead I took the basics (SEO, basic writing skills and keyword search) and decided to find my own way. In future posts I’ll go into further detail about a few of my new (post panda) online successes. I’ll also discuss my failures.
You can take the girl out of the city, but you can never take the city out of the girl. In other words, celebrate your roots. They are what makes you you. Your “you-ness” is what will make your writing and/or blog unique and successful. I know for a fact that I’ve bucked the system a time or two, but it all worked out in the end.
Don’t get me wrong, there are certain rules that you need to follow, but after the basics…do you.
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