My First Vlogmas Experience

The things I learned my first vlogmas experience

This past December, I took you along with me on twenty-five days of my life.

Twenty-five days of my awkward face.

Those who watched seemed to enjoy it. Friends say they binge watched! So the videos aren’t boring!

I’d never done Vlogmas. I’d never done a vlog. I knew only the basics in YouTube editing. I was out of my mind to agree to this thing.

And now, I’m here to tell you what I learned.

Blogmas Turned Vlogmas?!

Blogmas turned Vlogmas 2015

Hello, dear friends!

I would like to officially welcome you to the beginning of Blogmas 2015.

Welcome.

Please, come in. Have a cocoa. Relax.

Hold it! Wipe your feet first. Wow. Were you raised in a barn? What would your mother say! I mean, really. … Thank you.

Now, come in.

5 Tips For Newbie Bloggers

5 Tips for newbie bloggers

When I look back at my years as a blogger, I’m filled with a sad cliché.

If I knew then what I know now. . .

It’s horrible. I hate participating in clichés. I try very hard to be a unique, interesting individual.

If you are just starting as a blogger, I want to share some invaluable tips and explanations that would’ve helped me when I was a baby blogger. Let’s dive right in, starting with twitter.

Driving: PTSD & Tips For Newbies

Driving- PTSD and tips for newbies

Two years ago, I failed my driving test. It was horrible. The instructor screamed at me because she realized her clipboard was inadequate in shielding herself from incoming vehicles (as if that was my fault…).

Praise God no one was hurt.

I was thoroughly traumatized. I never failed anything in my life, until that moment. I bawled my eyes out at Taco Bell, then returned for a second test, two days later. It was a man instructor with all the chill in the world.

I passed, hyperventilating and all.

My Gym Experience

This morning my mom and I went to the gym for the first time. Well, it was my first time at the gym. She’s always worked out, and it was really my first time, because I had never set foot in this particular gym until today. She signed me up herself.

But I got a free t-shirt, and as far as free t-shirts go, it’s pretty awesome. I was dumb enough to take an epic, Ultimate Fitness posing picture of myself in it, but then the whole world would know where I go, and as far as safety is concerned, that’s not the smartest thing to do. So I’m sorry for no pictures.

That t-shirt though… pretty awesome.

I walked into that gym wearing my free t-shirt, my new exercise leggings (on sale at Target), hair in a pony tail, standing proud and tall. Then it hit me. I bet they could distinguish the newbies because everyone wears their free t-shirts the first day.

My goal was to blend in and try not to look confused. I believed I already failed that goal.

My mom was smart, she wore a normal, no-brand t-shirt. She would fit in just fine.

Alright, alright. You would be happy to know that I did in fact get over the t-shirt fiasco. There was one other girl wearing the same one. I wanted to ask her if she was new. Other than that moment, I moved on with my life.

Babysitting

I’m going to categorize this post under life and writing, because the same is true for both.

A couple Mondays ago, I sent this spazzy sounding tweet into the world. It went a little something like this. .

Anyway, I was stoked!

A few days before, my dad told me he got a text from one of his friends from church saying they needed a babysitter Monday and Tuesday, and can Rebekah do it? . . I’ve never babysat a day in my life. Never changed a diaper (obviously). Never even held a baby.

They said I was hired.