The Great Blog Comment Debate (Why I’ve Turned Mine Off And Back On Again)

I spent the first few years of my blog being on the “For” side of the Great Blog Comment Debate: adamantly for blog comments on blogs. To not have comments seemed pointless (among other things) and I was a little judgmental about it.

Then I spent the last year growing my business and a multitude of reasons shifted my ideas. I’ve now had blog comments turned off on all posts for about 5 months.

Until today when I turned them back on.

I’m going to speak in this post both as a blogger, a reader and an authentic business owner on my experience and experimentation.

Hmm...
Yes. It’s called “fear”.

 

The Blog Comment Debate Will Vary

Bloggers will adamantly (and sometimes rudely) insist that to have a blog means you “should” have comments allowed, that those comments should go live instantly so no one has to be “approved” (after perhaps a captcha feature to prevent spam) and that every self-respecting blogger should moderate and answer each and every comment themselves.

This leaves other bloggers – the ones who feel drained or uncertain or pulled – by comments feeling as though they are obligated by some unwritten Blog Code of Conduct to overextend themselves, to make others happy, to be accused of “censorship” (really people?) and maybe even give up their blog because it’s become something they didn’t intend – an outlet for others instead of an outlet for themselves.

Business owners with blogs will often (and sometimes rudely) insist that comments are a waste of time, rarely add anything of value to the conversation, are a breeding ground for trolls, and that no self-respecting business owner would waste their energy on it.

This leaves new, growing and even established entrepreneurs that are still building their traffic to feel as though they are cutting off a means of connection and growth, to question whether they are playing small, and to start thinking more about the marketing rules than their personal style and doubt their own intuition.

After doing it both ways (and even advising each way), here’s what I’ve found:

Opinions are like butt cracks. Everyone has one and is sure their own doesn’t stink. ;)

But “rules” suck.

There is no right or wrong way.

There is only your needs, and your personal experiences, and what works for you.

Judgment, snark and self-righteousness need not apply.

This is my personal experience, why I’ve turned blog comments off and why I’m turning them back on. Your personal milage will vary.

Why I Turned Comments Off

  • Time Management: The more my coaching business expanded the more I needed to find ways to balance my time between work, self and family. That meant finding the things that allowed me to spend less time online and more time on the things that made the biggest impact on my life and the life of others.
  • Reactions vs Reflections: I love reflective comments, questions, conversations…especially the ones where we’re not afraid to ask the questions that may not have a simple answer or that may stretch us. But reactive comments (and I’m specifically talking about the judgmental, snarky, self-righteous ones) aren’t serving anyone (except maybe giving that person a space to vent their own triggers). It’s not my job to answer every rude person; it’s not my job to filter trolls; it’s not my job to host negativity in my (online) home; it’s not my job to spend my energy on energy vampires. It’s my job to connect on a deep level with the people whom I may be able to support, not the ones who just want to argue.
  • Simplifying: With comments spread between several social media sites, the forums, and email my work time was getting overwhelming. I needed to simplify where it was possible, and blog comments were one of those places.
  • Deepening Connections: A funny thing happened when I turned off comments. I got more of the most incredible, beautiful emails…deep, authentic, powerful emails for women sharing their Aha moments and thoughts and stories of the amazing things they are doing in the world. Maybe without that immediate ability to leave a simple (public) comment others could sit with their own thoughts longer and therefore share more? Maybe when a personal email was the primary means of connecting it created a safer space to really connect. I don’t know, but it was awesome.
  • Writing For Me, Not Stats: I found myself writing with what others might say in the comments (or how many comments I might get), instead of writing from my heart and soul. And that’s bullshit. I’m glad I turned my comments off for the last many months to allow me to get back to writing for myself: releasing the fear of making waves (or making friends) and pouring my real heart and soul into my words without worrying about how popular any of it is. I needed to remember that I’m not going for popularity. I’m going for resonance. And turning off comments helped me get back there.

Why I’m Turning Comments Back On

  • Central Hub: It’s not totally central. Comments will still be found on Twitter and Facebook, but at least with the blog there is a somewhat more central hub for sharing reflections and thoughts, and deepening a conversation between more of us. After all, it’s about Tribes and those connections are part of it.
  • I Miss The Convo: If there is no immediate place to comment many readers won’t email or comment elsewhere. And I’m missing those connections and the wonderful things such thoughtful comments would inspire in me, or the Wisdom they could share (or the ways they could say it) that add so much more than my words alone.
  • Simplifying: Don’t you love how this is in both lists? I can do that because their my lists. ;) Comments make it simple and quick to share in that convo. It may not simplify my job, but it simplifies the process of connecting.
  • Readers Miss the Convo: I hear you. Being able to write out your reflections is often more powerful than just thinking to yourself. Reading something impactful and beneficial without the simple ability to join the convo sometimes means less time to really absorb before we click off to our busy days. I’m glad to be in the space to open up comments for those who miss them.
  • Making Connections: Knowing the other names, faces and messages of the people reading opens my life up to more ideas, more connections, more possibilities. Those things I love. I’ve missed those connections over the past several months.
  • Better Time Management Now: When I turned the comments off my plate was freaking FULL and I was working out kinks in my rhythm and systems of support. Now that I have better rhythms, more systems and the wonderful Jennie as my Organic Support Specialist to help me with many admin tasks, including moderating for trolls, I can still focus on my most important tasks: my personal care, my family and personal life, my clients, my creative work within my businesses and connecting with real women sharing real Wisdom with real heart and soul.
  • Resonance over Reputation: Like I mentioned above, I was writing for comments, and not for me. This isn’t an uncommon reason to turn comments off, although on the inverse: the fear of “too few comments” and how that looks to others. Fear of what others think has held a pretty prominent place in my past (meaning it still pokes it’s head in from time to time), but it’s the fear of my inner Little Girl. And even though I don’t quite feel grownup yet (when does one finally feel like a Grown Up?), me and that Little Girl feel pretty damn comfortable with the fact that that fear is no longer serving our own greatest good or the world. Zero comments don’t freak me out. They don’t make nervous someone will judge me. And what others do in their busy lives is only a reflection of me when I’m making it all about me. My job isn’t to put thoughts into someone else’s mind. It’s to share the intention and thoughts in mine.

Like I said, there is NO “right” way. There is only your personal needs as a blogger or entrepreneur and how you might meet those needs. Yes, your readers have needs too, but your own needs come first (think: oxygen mask).

So my advice: Experiment. Evolve. Do what works for you. Maintain the right to change your mind. Keep authenticity and self-care as your touchstones. Examine your fears and ideas of “should” or “have to”. Then release them.

Do you have comments on or off on your blog? How is (or isn’t) that right for you?

Nerves, Lyrics and Powerful Wahoos

So, Thursday night was the first Tribe call. :)

It’s taken me this long to really wrap my head around it and put it into words.

And apparently, I’m still not there because all I can say was it was Uh!Maze!Ing!

Oh, I was nervous. Speaking to a group (even as lovely a group as you all are) had me quite literally vibrating.

So I did my thing…some EFT to get me centered, some love from my coach and peeps, and imagined myself AFTER the call, with the feeling of connection I always feel when I do my thing, the elation I knew I’d feel, the laughter and wahoos I knew I’d make…

And with that…well, then I just had to dance.

15 minutes before the call I cranked up some Peas and let my inner hip-hop out to play. Because really…what burns off the adrenaline, gets you laughing and into that feeling of love, and reminds you of how much fun LIFE is like hearing the lyrics “follow your intuition” and “don’t worry ’bout it; people will walk you through it” while you bounce around your RV?

Perfect, I tell ya.

And then I got on the phone, lost my breath a few times (I talk fast when I’m passionate and I *had* just finished dancing, if you remember?) , totally messed up the technical stuff and still, I shared from the depths of my soul.

And it was Uh!Maze!Ing!

I just can’t begin to describe the feeling of connection I experienced with all the women who shared, and even those who just listened.

So, I thought I’d let them do it for me…

Thank you so much for last night! I don’t know what I was expecting but it was so much more! I have pages of doodles and arrows and notes and my own thoughts scribbled beside. its so amazing to have other people who are experiencing what i am, to share, to hear other opinions. It was so much fun. my mind has been swirling with so many thoughts. Making time to “dig deep” this weekend! – Samantha

My mind is swirling too! It was absolutely awesome. – Susan

I’ve got tears on this call already. I’m only 20 minutes in! – Jennie (listening to the recording)

Wow! It was so jam packed full of goodness! I really need this in my life. I think we all do, because we can be so hard on ourselves. The nurturing factor was extremely good. That is a vibe you can’t mute!….The call was marvelous. I was aware of such a sense of love & affirmation w/everyone, as I’m sure you were. Love safe places! – Rachel

Thank u Tara! U r an amazing inspiration! – Tracy

Tara you are amazing for doing this! I got off call and took a nice long shower and thought about everything I heard. I can’t wait for the forum! – Rebecca

Great call tonight lady! I had A LOT more to say but didn’t want to bulldoze people who hadn’t talked yet so I can’t wait for the forum. Glad I listened to my intuition and jumped on the call. – Brianna

And here’s one mama’s powerful revelation after we connected and worked through some things together in the Tribe: Embracing the Disgusting

 

And then I did what I imagined myself doing…

After the call, I let loose my whoops and wahoos, I had my running jump into my husband’s arms, I gave my kiddo a giant hug and of course, I called my mama and my sister to share my elation.

Cuz I did it! What I wanted to do!

I took my message out of it’s box, danced off those silly fears and boundaries and leaned into what I know I’m here to do…my part of inspiring the world.

And it feels Uh!Maze!Ing! :D

And then!

We celebrated with family rocking it on Sleeping Bear Dunes, feeling pretty “wahoo” about making it to the top of that bad boy and just being silly together.

Because life – and rocking it – is good like that.

hiking down sleeping bear dunes

we make our own fun

Next amazing thing to put into the world: the Sisterhood forums and the next Tribe call!

Wahoooooo!

Have you pushed through any inner boundaries lately?

Organic Wisdom: Staying Connected

power lifter

A little Q&A version this Friday…

My question would definitely be…. Why, when I feel most comfortable in my own body, alive and healthy, does so much go on around me to make sure that I don’t stay that way for long? Every time I feel like I have gotten somewhere, somebody (usually my child or someone close to me) causes a whole bunch of chaos in my life and I find myself reverting back to old ways of living and thinking.

My answer…

This is a great question and was a very important one to understand.

First ask yourself this: When a woman is truly, deeply connected to her core, feeling whole and healthy and vibrant…can anyone really shake that from her?

Those moments of feeling awake and alive and vibrant are like glimpses of connecting to your Truth, your core…Who You Are.

When you heal the things the disconnect you from it you will feel that feeling all the time; it will be unshakeable. (This is probably what people refer to as enlightment; it takes a real practice to fully get their in our life, but our purpose is to continue moving there, growing and learning, daily and mindfully bringing ourselves back to center when we lose touch with it.)

These challenges are natural. In fact, I’ve never not seen a person or had a client going through a process of reconnecting to themselves not almost immediately experience these challenges.

I used to look at these challenges as “Murphy’s Law”, and feel frustrated, even victimized. Then I saw them as tests and felt overwhelm and despair that I was “failing”.

Now I see these challenges are perfect. As the opportunities they are.

Every challenge you experience to stay connected is an opportunity to deepen your connection, to learn more about yourself (and others), to stretch yourself and grow even stronger in your own Truth, in Who You Are.

Think of it as a spiritual workout…through the resistance we meet in our life, the weight put on our spiritual muscles, we grow stronger.

But only when we embrace it and allow it to transform us for the better.

We do this best when we move our blocks out of the way; then this process actually feels like a process, not a setback.

There will still be opportunities, of course, but we will experience them in a new way – with gratitude and a deeper awareness of what they are offering us. (And yes, sometimes we’ll still feel frustrated, overwhelmed, victimized or hurt by them. But we’ll bounce back faster the stronger we are in our own Truth.)

You are exactly where you need to be. This opportunity is perfect.

(((Hugs)))

What Stranded Kittens Remind Me About Parenting

A few nights ago, on our way through Kentucky, we stopped in a little town called Berea. The town seemed absolutely charming, but we didn’t give ourselves much time to stay.

We parked near City Park to give ourselves a bit of time perusing their art galleries and shops. It was there that Zeb’s keen hearing detected the faintest of meows.

Not 10 feet from our RV we found it: a tiny kitten stuck in the storm drain.

We had little time and still hadn’t found a place to stay for the night, but I knew within an instant of Zeb’s realization of the kitten’s danger this would be taking up a fair amount of our time that evening.

We tried it all and gathered quite a few looks while we did it: attempting to climb into the storm drain ourselves, lying flat in the gutter in an attempt to reach the tabby, making cat calls, sacrificing our leftover dinner and even bothering neighbors for potential material to construct ramps.

At one point, because of the kitten’s fear, we left the ramp in place in hopes the little one would climb out, only to come back several hours later and just before nightfall to still hear his tiny calls.

So, we did the only thing we could do: We called the fire department.

Stranded Kitten

I have a feeling to any other town’s police department a stranded kitten may not have been a priority. But in the small town of Berea, we had two local heros at our side within 5 minutes.

Again, we tried it all: lures, cat calls and climbing in through the manhole covers. This job fell to one of the firemen and Justin.

Yes, Justin crawled in the dark storm drain at 10:30 at night for a kitten. (Wish I had a picture of that!)

In the end, the kitten ran away from us to what we can only hope was his escape through a nearby exit. And we were left with only minutes to get to the nearest RV park before it closed.

What Stranded Kittens Have To Do With Parenting

Not much, actually.

Or a whole lot depending on your child.

You see, this whole time Justin was feeling rather stressed about getting to the RV park on time. He didn’t worry that the kitten would eventually find the nearby exit. And he didn’t really feel excited to climb into a dank storm drain. He was anxious to leave and for good reason – it was hot as sin outside and boondocking without an AC was a terrifying thought in itself.

But his child had a look on his face that no parent should ever ignore. It’s the look of feeling that the situation is monumental, and they are too small. It’s the look that doesn’t say, but certainly means, “This matters so much to me and I don’t know how to handle it.”

It might be stranded kittens, or scary phone calls, or Big Bad Bullies. It might be the millionth time in the swimming pool that suddenly looks too deep, or a dark and spooky corner of the house or too many people thinking they should be seen or not heard.

It might be intimidation, fear or concern.

It might be any number of situations that feel Too Big to handle. They might be the stranded kitten in need of assistance or the anxious boy looking for help in rescuing. But it’s usually an opportunity we don’t recognize until it’s too late.

Invalidating Children

I’ve seen far too many people leave kids stranded with these feelings of fear. They tend to think “she should be able to handle this by her age” or maybe “it’s just not a big deal” and they force their children into action (or away from it).

I’ve seen parents do it and I’ve seen parents allow others to do it to their kids.

And it sends the same message to our kids every time:

  • You’re feelings are not as important as mine or someone else’s
  • This is too inconvenient or unimportant to deal with right now.

Which really only means one thing:

  • I’m the only real, important person in this situation. Who you are or what you feel is invalid.

It’s the number one way we invalidate our children, establishing their place as lesser human beings with lesser needs and rights and ensuring a cultural bias against the younger members of our society.

It’s probably also the most common and easily overlooked way we harm our relationship with them, setting up our future relationships to be riddled with battles, disrespect and distrust on all sides. We don’t trust what they feel and they don’t trust that we really care for them. That’s a recipe for disaster.

Our Role As Mindful Parents

We are our children’s first, and for some time, likely their only, advocate. We might be the only one to hear their cries from the storm drain or the only one to help them do the rescuing.

It’s our role to…

  • Go “to bat” for our children: Sometimes our kids just can’t take the necessary swings. We need to show them our unconditional love by stepping up to the plate with our whole hearts. Who cares if it’s pee wee baseball or the Major Leagues?! Get out there and play the game! We don’t even have to win always win. We just need to show up and do our best; our children will see that.
  • Go the extra mile: Sometimes they will know what they need and clearly ask for it. Other times we have to go above and beyond what they ask for, offering up new solutions and ways we can help. Think of it as strewing for problem-solving. Then do it. Do more than most people would do. Impress your kid. Just know when to stop. And don’t embarrass them.
  • Embarrassing yourself is up for grabs, though. Seriously. Sometimes what we need to do for our kids, to build or maintain their trust, advocate for their needs or help them attain their goals means looking like a fool. People will criticize, use words like “doormat” and maybe even stop talking to us. We might appear pushy or a pushover. We may lose some friends and offend a few family members. Isn’t that better than hurting our children? There is no justifying placing a wedge between our children and ourselves, causing harm to our relationships and breaking their trust just to save our own egos.

I’ve had a lot of experience both invalidating and validating Zeb and all the negative backlash both can bring. We probably all have done both to some extent. We’re parents, not perfect.

But all the things I thought would happen by playing my child’s advocate, all the things I thought I saw too much of and didn’t want to encourage (what I thought was lazy, lack of motivation, demanding, fearful, or immature) have simply disappeared.

Everything I thought might happen, didn’t. Why? Because our children need our advocacy. Just like they need love or food or water. Met needs do not create needy children.

We are our children’s heroes. It’s high-time we don that cape, wear our undies on the outside of our pants and play the part!

Do you have a story of advocating for your child against the grain?
Share it in the comments below and help inspire others!

State Line Shuffle

We seem to have acquired a habit on the road. Every day we’re scheduled to cross a state line we tend to do a deep clean, from top to bottom. We’ve termed it The State Line Shuffle. :)

Thankfully, this shuffling takes us about 30 minutes. In that time we (and by we I usually mean I) put away toys, books, computers or other things, sort clothes that need to be washed at our next location, and rehang or refold the rest. Then we (I) grab a rag and the spray bottle and wash down the fingerprints that have graced our walls, clean up the sinks, wipe down the shower and clean the toilet. Then I sweep and hand-mop the floor with a second rag. Justin then takes that second rag and the spray bottle to wash the bugs off the windows. We may or may not throw the fridge somewhere in there for good measure.

We don’t always do it at the state line, but Justin is threatening to drive us across the border every week anyway.

View From Here-Lousiana Storm Clouds
My view from Louisiana

We’re now in Louisiana, in a little town called Keatchie (pronounced key-chie), about an hour south of Shreveport. So small in fact, they don’t even have their own grocery store!

It’s beautiful and quiet and the serenity feels so good. But it’s lonely not feeling connected to a tribe. I’m making the most of what it is but I’m looking forward to driving into New Orleans and Baton Rouge and meeting new people and finding friends.

In the meantime we’re hooping, playing games, watching movies, playing online and relaxing. Zeb is hoping to do some fishing in the neighbor’s pond soon and Justin is excited to have found a boatload of free veg oil for the RV. Next weekend we’ll be celebrating with the locals at the annual crawfish festival.

But for now we’re just trying to stay connected to each other as Justin attempts to go back to work and we attempt to find a tribe.

So, tell me tribe, how’s your weekend going?