I don’t even remember why to be honest.
It’s not like I ever used it.
Until two weeks ago when a friend of mine strongly suggested I get active on Twitter as a way to spread my message (and upcoming book) about S.T.U.C.K.
I don’t have time for this.
And I have Facebook!
Isn’t that enough?
Well, apparently not, if I want to broaden my spectrum of professional connections across the world.
So, impulsive me, I opened up Twitter that night.
(As if I had nothing else better to do on a Saturday night.)
Do I really need to be spending my time on this?
And what am I supposed to be doing on Twitter anyway?
I was clueless.
So my dear friend graciously offered me a Twitter crash course.
I learned all sorts of things like how to start getting followers, when to tweet, what to tweet about, why to tweet, and the importance of conversations and maintaining connections/relationships you build.
After this lesson, though I was still hesitant, I thought maybe Twitter wouldn’t be as intimidating as I had originally thought.
So, I gave it a second chance.
I updated my bio and started to follow more people.
I posted a picture of my daughter dancing with a caption, “Consider taking a leap of faith.”
Should one post a picture of their child on Twitter, like they do on Facebook?
Can I delete a tweet?
I read, liked and retweeted people’s messages, but the truth is, I couldn’t even quite understand the tweets because instead of normal sentences you find on Facebook, here on #Twitter, #words #hashtags and shortened #URLs no #sense #clarity.
I tried to private message a new Twitter acquaintance who offered to help me get around, but my attempt at private messaging actually turned into a public tweet for all to see.
I posted an article about a woman who left her husband because
she was stuck her husband left the dishes in the sink. I used the hashtag #thestuckmethod in my tweet, but apparently you don’t hashtag #thestuckmethod because no one would be doing a hashtag search for “thestuckmethod”.
Can you hashtag #stress? Yes.
Can someone just put me in a time machine and take me back to the 50’s? I think that’s where I wanna be living.
I walked away from the computer, lay down on my yoga mat, and did some deep breathing.
I thought about how I need to build up an audience to spread the message of S.T.U.C.K.
I thought about how I need Twitter to make that happen.
I thought about all the missed opportunities that will happen if I don’t get a strong Twitter presence.
But I reflected on those beliefs and realized they weren’t entirely true.
So, I considered the following:
1) At this point, I really don’t know how the business of S.T.U.C.K. is going to unfold and therefore don’t know what my marketing strategy will be.
2) If need be, I could hire someone to do Twitter marketing for me.
3) I could continue to play around with Twitter for a short time and see how it goes without feeling stressed. Maybe I would actually enjoy it. Maybe I would meet other like-minded folks and broaden my community.
4) If in the end I choose not to stay on Twitter, it’s totally fine.
So, instead of being overwhelmed with what I think I need to do or what others are telling me I must do, I’m just going to take it easy for now.
Without any pressure.
I’m going to play around and see what’s going on in the world of Twitter out of pure interest and curiosity and nothing more.
I got stuck on overwhelmed, but it’s OK.
I’m probably not alone in this world of heightened social media.
But what I do know is that with or without Twitter, I am grateful for the good life I have.