I’m an Open Book
October, 2014 · By Coryanne Ettiene
I’m a blogger. An influencer. An expert. A wordsmith. A content slayer. A community builder. Call it what you may, but I spend my time taking photos of pretty things, and linking those images to something seasonal, emotive and inspiring, all with desire to incite others with an overwhelming need to share it, make it and go to sleep with my words dancing around their head like sugar plum fairies. My business is content, expertise and influence. So people pay me; sometimes well, others not so much, but I like them, so I keep them around for kicks. Unlike other professional bloggers, I write content for people rather than focus on a structured content calendar on my blog. Loyal readers will know that there are weeks where I fall off the radar, and weeks where I fill their inbox with such malarky that they wish I would stop and smell the roses. Some of my posts are sponsored by the brands I work with, others are labors of love that I create simply just to share. I’ve gone through a roller coast of branding transformations, not because I don’t know who I am, but because as I grow my business, I feel more confident in “singing loud for all to hear“. I love social media, but I love video even more; that is when the real me, the part that takes sight and sound to really experience, comes to life. My dream, in case it is not clear, is to have a lifestyle empire… TV shows, product lines, magazines, the whole kit and caboodle.
I’m quirky, sassy, slightly off color at times, and with a talent for dramatics. I’m like my 6 year old son Xander, give me an inch, and I’ll take a mile…. entertaining people, it would seem, is my second nature.
I eat with my hands. I drop clothes on the floor leaving a trail of debris behind me when I walk through the house. I’m a night owl; heaven help anyone who tries to wake me before 8am. I love my skinny jeans even though my stomach suggests I should be looking for another fashion statement. I sing in the car like I’m at a concert with thousands of adoring fans, and I have this undying need to talk; silence kills me and has gotten me into so much trouble. In fact, the last spell of silence I faced, I filled the conversation with the offer to host a block party; and the time before that invited a near stranger to our home for a dinner party.
My children call me Mummy….and I love it. My husband calls me Cory and it makes me swoon. And I wish like Hell the neighborhood children would call me Mrs. E…only because it sounds cool, and I’d like to think that I am cool. I’m insecure. I’m emotional. I’m restless. I can’t spell and really should not be responsible for the editing that takes place on this blog (you know exactly what I’m talking about). I’m impatient.
But there is more.
I’m nice. I laugh at my own jokes and love it when I make other people smile. I’ll flirt with anyone; I love the way it makes people blush. My grandfather is everything to me, and his globe is one of my most cherished possessions. I have a dear friend in India that I think of everyday and never have time to call, and I miss her. I have a whole slew of dear friends in London that I long to share a bottle of wine with again, and one day I will.
I don’t like it when people give their children electronics in the grocery store, or don’t bring their own grocery bags. I especially don’t like it when people are rude. I often sit back and think of all the things I could have said “in that moment” and hope that one day… I finally nail it. Until then, I have the best comebacks, only they are a few hours too late.
When I am busy, I’m focused and rarely smile or talk. I’ve been told I have a “look” that tells people to stay away. I guess that is why no one ever comes into my office to chat with me while I’m working.
I like saltine crackers and Spice Drops. I’m happy. I have great memories and a bright future. The present is fabulous and so are the people I share it with. Life is good. Life is fun. This is me…. I’m an open book.