I’ve always considered myself a late bloomer, or at least slow to the uptake. Dressing up Barbies at 13, putting off college until 25, starting my new career at 32. Growing up was never a priority, as I figured, I’d get there eventually. Here I am at 37 with a career in blogging which I’m very happy with.
Today blogging is no longer a stepping stone, it’s a career destination. AdWeek published an article today highlighting the careers of Leandra Medine, Scott Schuman, Bryan Grey-Yambao, Amy Odell and the career moves of editors like Nick Axelrod leaving a magazine to work on a blog. In the article various influencers chimed in on the phenomenon including Lucky Style Collective’s John Januzzi:
“Still, for every Sartorialist, there are hundreds more bloggers whose hobby will remain just that. “I think there are a very, very select few bloggers that can make this a lasting career,” said John Jannuzzi, a contributing digital editor at Lucky who runs the magazine’s Style Collective, a blogger network. “Everyone out there has some kind of expiration date. What happens when a personal-style blogger wakes up and she’s 35 and not the cute 20-year-old girl in Brooklyn anymore?””
While the first part of the statement is true. Many bloggers do enjoy doing this as a hobby, my observation is the ones who truly want to become professionals, find a way to make it happen. They may not be the Sartorialist, but they do quite well for themselves.
The second part of the statement, “wakes up and she’s 35 and not the cute 20 year old girl in Brooklyn anymore?” is a bit off putting. First of all, I lived in Brooklyn when I was 20, and I wasn’t cute. And I smoked…which is even less cute.
What is that ducky tee-shirt? Dude! I was going to say “thank god, no one was using the internet when I was 20″ but I’m sharing with you the horror of a misspent youth to illustrate the point. Youth does not equate brilliance or beauty. For those of you under the age of 30, you’re going to be in for a treat. For those of us who are over 30 knows that life really begins. I don’t know what happened, but when I turned 30, there was a distinct waking up point. Things started to come together, like I didn’t care so much I have chubby cheeks, or that I’m two cans short of a six-pack. I know I’m crazy, and I really don’t try that hard to hide it, like I did in my teens and 20s.
What’s this have to do with being 35 and blogging? Actually quite a lot. After starting my blogs at the age of 32, I started a new chapter, one that would open the doors to a whole new life I had no idea was possible. If I thought that being 32 was too old to start a career where you would expire at 35, I would have never have started. Plus, in my youth, I was too riddled with insecurity to say anything worth while and too spacey to stick to something long enough for it to amount to anything.
Also, the notion that 35 year old women somehow wish they were 20, or to look like they are 20 annoys me. There is no part of me that wishes to relive my 20s. My 20s were an extension of my teens with crappier food and even crappier dates. Hello, Top Ramen! And the clothes? Hell no! I would take my 37-year-old-wardrobe over my 20-year-old-one any day of the week. Thank you very much. Finally, even with my wrinkles, my skin is much better nowadays. So did I wake up one day and realize I’m not cute anymore?
No, I woke up one day at 35 and realized it didn’t really matter if I was cute.