When I started blogging 4 1/2 years ago as your friendly neighborhood Bitch’in Suburbia, I was doing it out of an urge to up my creativity ante.
It was my greatest hope along the way that I’d be able to hit some nerves, make meaningful connections, tap a funny bone or two and help move the needle from fear and loathing to hope and love for all my bitches — consistently, once a week.
A highlight was being called a “popular” mommy blogger by CNN when I talked about gun violence and children. (That was three years ago and I’m SO GLAD we don’t have to talk about that tired topic anymore… oh, wait… nevermind.)
And actually, being able to stick to my Bitch’in every single week without fail was an exercise I completely recommend. It was always my dream to be a professional writer, and this here little personal blog is what kicked out the jams and gave me the confidence I needed to make that whole shebang a reality.
Aside from doing what I said I wanted to do (WRITE ON!), I also made an investment in my professional development, including taking an online digital marketing course through San Francisco State University, Copyblogger’s kick ass Certified Content Marketers program and John Nemo’s most excellent LinkedIn Riches class.
I am not telling you all of this to toot my own horn — consider this more of a foghorn blasting in your ear.
Because there’s only one sure way to quit your bitching, and that’s by deciding what you want to do and then by freakin’ doing it. By any means necessary, which might just include prioritizing yourself and understanding that to hold yourself accountable you will likely have to pay to play.
You don’t have to be perfect by any stretch, or even all that good for that matter. There is no best time or place, so don’t try to hang your hat there either.
Baby steps work just fine. As a (now former) mommy blogger, I can tell you, ages and phases applies not just to the kinder but also to us all.
And soon you’ll find yourself in a place where you’ve got no complaints.
Which is where I’m at now. Not that I don’t have plenty of bitch’in things to say — I do, maybe now more than ever — but as my old pal Marshall McLuhan once said, the medium is the message.
So I’m making a shift from being a weekly blogger here at Bitch’in Suburbia, to being a weekly vlogger over on my brand, spankin’ new YouTube channel, It’s the TruStory. To make sure you get the goods weekly, just log into your Google account (or if you don’t have one, sign up for one =), and you’ll then be able to hit the red SUBSCRIBE button in the upper right hand corner of the page.
(OH and if you want me to help you with your blog or vlog — any online content, actually — please check out my biz site, also known as It’s the TruStory.)
Being your friendly neighborhood Bitch’in Suburbia has been an honor and a privilege, and so I’m never going to FULLY quit that.
When I have something to say, this is my platform to write and publish it.
It just won’t be every single week anymore.
So if you see me over on YouTube, just know there’s still plenty more bitch’in going on. My whole mantra is I do stuff so you don’t have to, and who among us doesn’t want that kind of helping hand?
Now enjoy this week’s installment of It’s the TruStory — “I Survived the Pokémon Go Apocalypse So You Don’t Have To” — which includes a little bitch slap to the Pokémon Go players that jeopardize their own lives and ours by not looking up AND also includes a surefire way to bring those walkers home… a recipe for a cold & refreshing Diglett shake. (NOTE: A Diglett is a Pokémon, but of course I’d prefer a Dirk Diggler shake any day. And…. you’re welcome!)