Upworthy-esque headline #ornah?!?! The first VEDA of 2014 is done! I Vlogged Every Day in April and the vibrant comments section lets me know you enjoyed it. I'll dive into analytics, metrics, and other robot informations on my own time, but I wanted to share 5 takeaways from my daily vlogging experience.
#5 | I Never Do My Best Because My Best Isn't Sustainable(?)
Hamster wheels. I fear them. Freedom is the ability to do what I want with my magic, even if that means I do nothing. Disappear when I'm down. Quit if I feel like it. Let my light stop shining because the bill be too high sometimes. Maybe it's lazy to say, selfish to think, and narcissistic to assume, but I give a little nugget of myself away each time I hit publish. I don't always want to do that.
From 4th grade Math Olympics (yeah, I said it) to reporting, to comedy -- if I let people know I'm good at something, I have to actually do the thing. Again and again and again. Especially with comedy, it can get a little "dance monkey, dance"-ish. Do you feel me?
As I continue to be intentional with my work on the internets and elsewhere, I can't let insecurity influence me. I'm not supposed to win at everything. My current best may not be good enough for you. That has to be okay.
VEDA helped me realize that's why I recoil when someone asks for more videos. But I just gave you a video! How can I top myself? What if that's all I got? That being said...
#4 | It's Okay To Know You're Good at Something. And Say So.
Don't confuse self-deprication with humility. We encourage sheepishness and blast self-promotion. But on some Kanye, who else will cheer for you if you won't cheer for yourself? Not even Tyra can root that hard.
Next time someone recognizes your talent, say thank you, not some form of "aww shucks, really?".
The "Who, me?!" Mentality won't get your pilot picked up. It won't get you accepted into that MFA program. After a while, it get tired, a la Taylor Swift. If you worked hard, you earned it. Sit in that.
#3 | It's Difficult To Maintain Boundaries With Internet Cousins
I use the title Internet Cousin very deliberately, but it has its drawbacks. You're not my "fan". We're equals. Don't use the word "idol", I will literally jump through the screen and rebuke you in the name of Jesus. Internet cousins feels warm and fuzzy, and describes the relationship I have with other people online, so I wanted you to have that relationship with me.
But I've watched people have to explain break ups to their Youtube subscribers. Delete videos because someone saw an address and showed up to their house. Address their sexuality, even. House/room tours? You not gon' catch me showing you the blueprint layout of my residence, boo boo. You could be a ninja for all I know.
My younger brother's been stopped on his campus by internet cousins. Bruh, he doesn't care about my Youtube channel let alone how much you enjoy it. It made me shy away from including him in more videos.
Is that my boyfriend? Why. Are you gay? Okay. I caught myself thinking "you don't know me like that", but wait -- I led you to believe you do. We're cousins, after all. That's not your fault, I guess.
#2 | I'm Proud of the People I Attract (I'm Talking To You, Shawty.)
Irregardless*, I'm grateful to have internet cousins so hilarious, insightful, and opinionated. Every day, I looked forward to reading your comments more than tracking numerical success of the video. The comments on Wipe Me Down will forever live in my heart. Hashtag #Yuckbutts.
I don't pose questions after the video simply because it's Youtube Best Practices. I want to get something from you, like you got something from me (see #5). I want to get a sense of the people who watch my videos. Internet Cousinship is a two-way street, sis.
My Parental Units always said that I would be judged by the company I keep. I attract what I fling into the cosmos, and I'm proud to say I attracted yo azz.
#1 | Laughter Heals
Happiness isn't a place we live in. It's a sight we see. It's there, then it's gone. We have it, then we don't. I don't take laughter lightly. It makes me okay again.
I know this already, but VEDA reaffirmed comedy's healing ability. A short review of a new bathing suit can help someone love their jiggly puffs. A rant about Mama Pope's cheekbones can help you forget what you were mad about 5 minutes ago. Lemme be yo endorphin release, gurl.