Ever gave a really bad awards speech? Welp, now I have. Here’s The Worst Acceptance Speech Ever & What I Wish I Had Said. #FLBlogCon
The Worst Acceptance Speech Ever & What I Wish I Had Said
photo credit: Kim Vij of theeducatorsspinonit.com
Every person has that dream Academy Award Speech they want to give. In my mind, I had everything planned out from the dress I would wear, to the “complete shock” face when my name is called, to the tears I would cry as they handed me the beautiful and heavy trophy. And then I would wake up.
But yesterday, it was a moment about as close as I would ever get to an Oscar. Best Parenting Blog award was up for grabs, and I was in complete denial that I could possibly win. I don’t win awards. I was never the “popular” person. I was never the sporty girl. The only trophies in my possession were from nerdy things like good grades.
And as I stood there and planned out my exit strategy (in all honesty, I had to pee SO badly), my friends held me hostage as I heard my blog name butchered over the microphone. Wait, there must have been some mistake. That wasn’t my blog called, right? But as I got pushed forward, I had about a million neurons firing as I gingerly walked towards the stage. Saying a prayer to not trip and fall in front of a huge group of people, I held a small yet powerful little trophy in my hand. And then the introvert in me did it’s worst as my mouth gaped open, and my mind went blank.
Want to hear the worst acceptance speech ever?
“This is for all of the people who hated writing and now write. Thanks.”
Um, exit stage right, please.
And as my face turned red and I desperately slinked into the bathroom (for more reasons than one), it hit me. Did I actually just say those words? What the heck was I thinking? Not my finest moment. Well, I can’t take that moment back now, but I can at least clarify the diarrhea that left my mouth. Here’s what I wish that I had said.
“This award is for all of the people who grew up hating to write, but now write for a living.”
Because if you had sat through my storytelling session earlier that day, you would have learned that I was a person who never wanted to be a writer. I hated English, never learned how to write a 5-paragraph essay, and became a nurse to avoid writing extra papers. But the irony is, now I write for a living. And it’s a job that I love.
“This is for all of the dreamers, the bloggers who work hard for 7+ years, always wondering if the work they do is worth the effort.”
Blogging is hard. Being an influencer is hard. We constantly have to expose our lives, tell our stories, and obtain metrics that ultimately show “how much people like me.” Some days are lonely, thankless and a huge struggle. But some days are so rewarding. We are the dreamers, the creative storytellers, the voice that has the ability to change lives and bring hope to the world. We have influence to reach people in the best way.
“This is for the Mom who rocks parenting, balances it all and yet is overwhelmed with all of the responsibilities of the world.”
Parenting within itself is the hardest job I’ve ever had. I’m a survivor some days, a warrior, a peacemaker, a problem solver, a giver, and a compassionate healer. So to receive an award that not only highlights my job as a blogger, but also as a hardcore multitasking bad a** Mom, it’s a Medal of Honor.
”This award is for me too.”
I hate attention. I hate to look like I’m bragging. I hate feeling superior to anyone else. I want to be humble, serving and always loving towards somebody else – anyone else. But sometimes I need to give myself some grace too. Because there are people who care about me, who want to see me succeed and dream and soar. I need to believe that there are people who want to be happy for me, that love me for me. And the people who don’t – well, they’re going to judge me anyway. And it’s not my problem. It’s theirs.
“But most importantly, this award is for you.”
To be a blogger in 2018 is realizing that at the end of the day, my stories are not for me. They’re for you. And it’s because you read my stories, care about my family, and follow our adventures that I can even possibly grasp the thought of being the “best” of anything. Because without you reading, liking or following our journey – this blog would be nothing.
Deep breath. I can’t take back the worst acceptance speech ever. But I can learn from it. Best Parenting Blogger is not an award I take lightly. It’s one I accept with the responsibility to work harder and to keep telling my story to you – for you. Thanks for trusting me and my little blog, Raising Whasians. It means so much.
“Thank YOU for giving me this award.”
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