So, yesterday I posted how pleased I was to have got to 500 followers, in the sure knowledge that within a short time I would be back in the 400’s. I feel like a shepherd, I go to bed with my little flock intact and wake up in the morning to see how many the wolf has taken away in the night.
It’s just a number, I know, and at the end of the day, if they are that fickle then they are not worth having as followers anyway, but when you are trying to grow, it still feels like 2 steps forward and 3 steps back.
I also think that it makes a difference when you are not selling something or your feed isn’t entirely made up of fabulous photos. Mine is just my random thoughts on a daily basis as a 50 year old woman. So you are actually asking people to buy into you as a person, they need to think you are interesting or funny or insightful, so by having a feed at all and expecting people to follow you, you have to believe you are one of those people and I don’t.
I am amazed and how much I value my most loyal followers, the ones who continually comment on the things I have written. They feel like people you know, and you do somehow get to know people through the things they post.
I have also learnt to spot the single men who also seem to be single parents as they think that will tug on your heart strings and then you follow them because you feel a bit sorry for them starting out on their Instagram journey and then they send you a private message saying that they want to get to know you better. Weirdo’s!!
Anyway, I enjoy the process, the buzz when someone likes something I’ve said and the interaction with others and if a few of my flock get carried off each day then lets hope they are the black sheep.