A few months ago, Miss Mustard Seed wrote a post about “pie in the sky” dreams. Those are dreams that we think about but really don’t expect will ever come true. In her case, they are coming true right and left. Most of us though, myself included, need to aim a bit lower than the sky. I thought I would share my PITS (Pie In The Sky) dreams and then also my reality checks. Talk about highs and lows!
To have one of those awesome, wildly popular blogs with thousands of Facebook likes and all sorts of comments on every post. To have sponsors that I don’t have to beg or barter with. Sponsors who actually pay real money for a spot on my sidebar. ( I just can’t imagine.) To maybe rank in the top 100 on Blogtopsites instead of having my counter stuck on 243 for months. Seriously…months.
I don’t know how to get a blog like that. I don’t know what SEO really means and I have no idea how to use keywords. I have, of course, googled the subjects but it’s all a little mind-boggling. I hate to approach Etsy shops or other small online businesses. Mostly because I don’t want to appear pushy but also because I stink at self-promotion. I have considered removing the Blogtopsites counter and dismissing it from my life. I still may do that but for now I’m not ready to give up on the dream.
I have been a magazine buyer my whole life. In my teens I used my babysitting money to buy a subscription to Seventeen. Before the onset of the internet, I bought pretty much every decorating magazine known to man (or woman.) Lately bloggers all over the web have been lucky enough to get magazine features. Camera crews and stylists in their homes. Gorgeous pictures of their families that make them look perfect…even though we all know they aren’t. To somehow be picked for a magazine feature would truly be a dream come true.
I have about a 1% chance of this ever happening. There are just too many blogs out there. Since Haven, I have been reading all the posts about who went and what happened. I have seen picture after picture of bloggers I have never heard of. Even though most of us don’t like to think of it as a competition, that’s exactly what blogging is. The sheer volume of blogs trying to get noticed is mind-boggling. Being a needle in a haystack won’t get you a magazine feature.
When I opened my Etsy shop last summer it was basically a whim. Sort of like my blog…very little thought went into it. Soon it became as addicting as my blog. Along the way I have listened to tips and tricks of other successful Etsy shop owners. I have, very slowly, started to grow my little business. My PITS dream of a legitimate income from my Etsy shop is one I think about on a daily basis. Some days are better than others.
I am a one-woman show in my daughter’s old bedroom. I have no financial cushion. When I get some sales I immediately turn around and spend my profit on more materials. And so it goes. If I’ve heard it once I’ve heard it a thousand times. “You have to spend money to make money.” It’s a little hard to spend money you don’t have.
Back in the late 90’s and early 2000’s, a trend sped across the nation called “house flipping.” Buying a house, fixing it up and selling it for a profit. I know I would be GOOD at this. Really good. Honestly, I can’t say that about very many things…but that’s another post for another day. Flipping a house is right up my alley.
With today’s economy there is no way this is possible. Like I said before, you need money to make money. Thankfully, I am married to a conservative spender. If it were up to me we would probably be in the poor house (the nut house is also a good possibility.) Anyway, my husband is all for a good investment. Unfortunately, buying a house to flip isn’t in that category.
There you have it. I warned you there would be highs and lows. If you have hung in there and are still reading, I want you to know that posts of this sort are hard for anyone, especially me, to write. I believe they are necessary though to keep it real. One thing I have vowed from the beginning is to try and always be honest. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, but I do want you to feel like you know me.
If you take away nothing else from this post please take this…dreams are important. They lift your spirits. They take an ordinary life and give it the potential to be extraordinary. Dreams have no boundaries. People of any age, any race, any gender, any income level can dream. They can be PITS dreams or they can be real, honest-to-goodness attainable goals. Personally I can’t imagine life without them.
Have a beautiful weekend. See you next week.