When I wrote my initial post about Awards Season, it was very much a tongue-in-cheek effort at scoring some nominations. I basically did it because everyone else was, and you have to be in it to win it, blah blah. But as I hit publish, I most certainly did not foresee that a few short weeks later, I’d be sitting in front of a blank screen having to write another post entitled ‘Holy Cow, Look at Me Now!’ (On reflection, I decided to go with the more subtle title you see before you today.)
Yet here I am.
And while the first post was a bit of a laugh, with little riding on it (because I wasn’t actually going to be shortlisted for anything); well, this one is somewhat more significant – because there is something riding on it:
I actually did get shortlisted.
Not so long ago I wrote about the fact many bloggers – no, scratch that, I’m going all-in – every blogger who takes their business seriously is battling against social media addiction. It’s something I feel an almost constant guilt about. And so being shortlisted for the category of Fresh Voice offers me clemency, if you will. I’m validated in working my butt off – it’s been worth the time and effort. And the time. That’s quite a novel feeling, because as all parents know, guilt is basically our default emotion.
To make it all the more worthwhile, naturally, I’d love to reach the next round as a finalist. Which means I have to write this cringey post.
The way I see it, I have several options:
- The X-Factor classic: give you my life story, with all the highlights edited out.
- The humbling (read boring) truth, about how much it would mean to me.
- Channel my inner Gwynnie, and be a fawning twit.
Alas, number one ain’t really my style; two – I don’t actually want to win on account of being a successful pity-party-host; and the third is hardly likely to set me apart from the other fantastic bloggers I’m up against, is it? (Incidentally, if any of my fellow nominees wouldn’t be overwhelmingly thrilled and delighted with a win, I politely request that you step down now.)
So – number FOUR for the win! (If you’re wondering what that is, as I type, I am too. I’m just going to keep tapping at my trusty keyboard and hope that magic emanates from my fingertips… Yeah, I’m not convinced either. Perhaps a combo of the above points with a little comedy thrown into the mix?)
I mentioned in that original post about the circumstances which made me start the blog in the first place. But what I may have neglected to reveal is that in our final meeting, the old goat (aka MD) I was working for tried to cut my salary by a third; because in his words ‘I wasn’t earning my keep’. Totally stunned at the abuse and lies aggressively hurled at me whilst heavily pregnant, to this day I wonder how I kept my head. But I did, and coolly told him I obviously wouldn’t accept that.
I’ve never seen him since. But the hostility of his words and his actions afterwards were so powerful they forced me to the ground. And for a long time, that’s where my confidence remained. But here’s the thing about forces:
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
I took the strength in his bitterness and bile, and I turned it into grit and determination. And over time I have something to show for that: turns out I’m rather like a phoenix. Who knew? (That’s number one done to death, in case you missed it.)
And I’m so close to doing that victory jig I spoke of. So close… To be completely transparent, I will unquestionably be doing it tonight for even getting this far. But it will feel all the sweeter if I can do it as a finalist; or *gasp* even a winner! (In the extremely unlikely event that I go on to win this incredible accolade, I’m putting out an advance plea to my blogger friends: please keep me away from the vino. I don’t often drink these days, and after quaffing a couple of glasses, I can’t promise not to publicly perform my dance of triumph – very likely with bonus twerking to the tune of Bey’s ‘Crazy in Love’. Noone needs to see that spectacle – thank Gahd it’s highly unlikely to ever be witnessed; how truly mortifying that would be…)
To legitimately slap a ‘BiBs2016 Winner’ badge on my homepage, I’d feel like I’ve arrived. (Number two crossed off.) It would also make me feel like emailing that old ray of sunshine with a link to my blog, letting him know that some quite influential people in the blogging industry – and actually, some well-respected brands (watch this space) – have spoken.
And according to them, I do have the gift of the gab, apparently; seems I’m actually kind of a big deal these days. And, you know, water under the bridge, take the moral high ground, blah blah…so of course I’m available for sponsored posts, I don’t hold a grudge. But I still won’t be knocked on my fees.
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has voted for me so far. And if you’d be kind enough to help me reach the finals, I’ll be immensely grateful and equally delighted.
Of course, if you already have a winner picked out, I understand – those I’m up against are not making this process easy for me! But if you’ve not yet made your selection, I’d be thrilled if you’d consider my little blog. (Number three – tick. If I’d only nailed the comedy…)
Here’s what you need to do:
- Visit this link: http://www.britmums.com/2016/04/vote-bibs-2016-shortlist-blogs/
- Choose The Less-Refined Mind in the Fresh Voice category.
- Pick your other worthy winners.
Et voila! Absorb the gratitude I’m beaming out to you and bask in the amusement of knowing you’ve made a grown woman frolic like a child on a cocktail of E numbers and four shots of Red Bull.
Best of luck to all shortlisted!