Over the course of seven short weeks, I have learned how to blog & tweet; follow and favourite. I am now LinkedIn and running in Google+ circles. And to top it all off, I am a published audio and video podcaster. As someone who only began timidly Facebook-ing less than a year ago, I have been basking in the glow of my ever-buzzing, ever-growing cyberspace community. Giddy, I feel as though I have been Cinderella at the ball; waltzing the night away in the arms of a multitude of social media Prince Charmings. It has been an exhilarating venture; but I fear the chimes of midnight have begun to sound.
For truth be told, without the coaching and coaxing of ADL310, much of my social media prowess and portfolio will be “pumpkin-ed” by my life’s lack of dreamtime and my current career scheming. I loved being introduced to the work & play platform of Google+. But with most of my world still living for “likes” on Facebook, I can already see the dust beginning to collect on my Gmail social circles. And then, there is my fledging foray into the inviting, episodic rhythm of podcasting. I am amazed at how quickly queasiness and anxiety was transformed into ease and animation. But whom am I kidding? As a budding entrepreneur, part-time student and the full-time mother of two young children, there is little to no room in my overscheduled existence for breathing and bathing, let alone professional or pleasure-driven podcasting.
Will I tweet again? I hope so. I want to. Having always loved how Twitter hands one the keys to the kingdom–in that anyone can follow anyone; I will endeavor to continue cultivating my Sheri-defined newsfeed. I find Twitter’s 140-character limit seductively succinct and inviting. But I have to wonder, just how often the followers of @S_Tarrington will see me seed the conversation? With my perceptions of personal expertise currently under construction, I fear my past wallflower ways will resurface. And as ridiculous as it may sound, I can already seeing the “flower” on the “wall” in terms of my lackluster LinkedIn life as of late. While ecstatic to have had ADL310’s encouragement to finally connect with colleagues and mentors inside the world’s largest professional social media network, I can already feel myself beginning to hermit. Why? Well, mostly because the world wants to know where I am currently “at” professionally; and the truth is, I am exactly nowhere and everywhere all at the same time. Within ADL310’s safe confines and context, I allowed my entrepreneurial dreams to create and steer my on-line personas; eager to see where social media might take my ambitions. And oh, the time I have had and the insights I have gained. I know now that social media will play an integral role in my next professional incantation. However, the course is ending, and I am still scheming, dreaming, transitioning…
The clock has struck midnight and my last ADL310 waltz is almost over. Is this the part where I swear up and down that social media and I will remain robustly committed and forever faithful outside of course requirements? If so, than I believe I’ve just unearthed the subject of my next blog post…
And there it is, ladies and gentlemen—my ADL310 glass slipper! My blog–my Mud Puddle Days–is the social media prize I shall covet and keep; is the exotic that has become my everyday. Original and real thrive here. Inside the pages of my blog I am not shiny or all-knowing, I am simply growing. I freely admit, admire, rant and rally. Inside the pages of my blog I am authentically me, genuinely home. Mud Puddle Days is a place where learning leads and transitioning gains traction. I love knowing that I will someday soon build my website here, that I can and will build in Twitter and LinkedIn connections. I love knowing that Mud Puddle Days may someday write the sure-to-be-bittersweet story of my entrepreneurial journey—for all; for me. I love that it has the potential to both feed and bleed inspiration–in programming, in podcasting, in all that is my possible. Mud Puddle Days is my now and my future forward dreamscape, playground, and garden. Indeed, it is my social media “happily ever after”.