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Money comes and goes, freedom of expression is priceless.


One day – not long ago- I was walking down a random street in Playa when I was stopped by a super excited girl who somehow recognized me and my blog. After a moment of embarrassment, we started talking and since I am terrible at acting cool, I was simply… myself.

At the end of the meeting she told me “Wow, you are exactly the same person as I imagined you to be by reading your blog!”


That was one of the best compliments I have ever received.


Why? Because when I published my very first article 4 years ago I didn’t do it because I was wishing to become a popular & rich full-time travel blogger. All I wanted was to express who I truly was, for the good and the bad.

Like all the greatest things in life, It started for fun and I still remember the feeling of lightness and happiness when writing my random thoughts: I did it out of pure passion.


Then I started studying (16 hours per day on an average) but yet again, not because I wanted to be rich and famous. It was simple curiosity towards a world I didn’t really know.


Amateur Blogger Vs Professional Blogger? What’s the difference anyway?

What I’ve noticed during my time studying, was one important principle repeated over and over: To make the transition from amateur to professional, I had to treat my website as a business, like any other. So what? Did I have to go from joyful/playful & clumsy Clelia to a mere money-making machine?



My switch happened when in a year or so, I went from “I can write whatever I want, who cares” to “This article has to give something to the people reading it, being it inspiring them, entertain them or give them valuable information”.

I realized that I had to make a living out of it. No one eats air filled with dreams, I had to earn enough money to make it a full-time job that could pay (at the very least) the rent and give me a decent lifestyle.

So what happened to me when I finally started to see the light out of a tunnel of “I’m gonna run out of money, where is the nearest canteen for the homeless!?” paranoia?




Pressure changes everything, you might become less spontaneous, fear kicks in and over time you might even lose your “mojo” There are people who thrive under pressure, unfortunately, I’m not one of them, but I never gave up and that’s why I am among the small percentage of blogs that has survived the “one-year” milestone.

Full of myself much? Nah, I just love the meme!

I remember when it all started. I was in the Philippines and I met an online friend and colleague who pretty honestly told me “you know, when I read your first posts, I thought that you weren’t going anywhere”!


Luckily for me, four years later I’m still here, and so is my blog. Am I super popular, famous or have a 6 figures bank account? Not that I know of, but I’m very proud of what I have done with it, considering the little tools I had (no previous experience, no IT skills, writing in a language I have learned very late in life and having to do all this, and more, by myself).

Back then in the Philippines, I had just published an article that went a little viral and I felt a big blast of confidence mixed with terror, as I thought “How am I going to replicate this?”

People started mentioning, commenting and sharing some of my posts. I even tried to monetize a few articles via affiliates. Boom. It worked, the next month I received my first official payment. Not bad as a start, but I was back to square one: PRESSURE.

So, this is basically what happened to my website in its early stages…But what about ME? What happened to Clelia with all that pressure I was putting on myself?

Remember when I told you that to be a professional blogger you have to treat your job as any other business? That’s where all became a bit frustrating to me. When I realized that more than 200K people per month had laid their eyes on what I had to say, I started asking myself a few questions:


What am I really selling in here? The answer for me was pretty straightforward. I’m selling my credibility, myself and who I really am as a person.

I don’t like to take myself too seriously but I don’t take things like integrity lightly either.

To get to the point, I will write down some of the things I was supposed to do to be seen as a professional, what I did and what are my thoughts about it 4 years later, which sums up why I WON’T change who I am because of my profession.

Even if this means “failing” at becoming super successful and super rich, as long as I don’t lose the most precious gift I got from being a blogger: Express myself freely, and I don’t plan on trading this freedom for anything in the world.


Oh Gosh, they are going to think that I’m an alcoholic blogger and all I do is party!


What I did about it:

If before the pressure stage I would post basically whatever came to my mind, especially on Facebook, I started to realize that in order to be taken seriously by brands I had to stop or reduce the sharing of “silly” moments of my life. I focused more on posting things related to how I wanted to be perceived as a “brand”, completely repressing the joyful, playful part of me.


What I think about it now:

I know of many bloggers who use this smart approach and in business it is very wise, but for me, this is extremely frustrating. I am who I am and even if I never posted anything embarrassing, I want to be still able to be my old “pre-blogger” self. As a result, I now don’t pay attention to what people think about what I share.


If a brand doesn’t take me seriously because they see some silly videos of my latest vacation, completely disregarding the fact that by doing that I’m being myself and that’s exactly why people follow my adventures and trust my advice, then so be it.

That brand, for how prestigious it might be, is not a right fit for me and my website. End of the storyI didn’t quit my job at Burberry to have to mold my personality in order to please a brand or to be liked by the blogging community either.

My freedom and probably a lot less money than some of my colleagues earn suits me just fine. In addition to that, when I am my true self, the right brands actually do approach me, which means a more genuine and worthy partnership for everyone involved.





This is the best I can do to look cool in a bikini 😉

What I did about it:

Damn it, why I’m not a mountain freak, a foodie or an expert in city breaks? My life would have been a lot easier. Nope, I love the sea, the water is my element, and there is nothing that can change that.

Oh, almost forgot, to make things worst, I have boobs on a tiny figure which makes them stand out even more. As I have chosen it and people are somehow entitled to judge 😉

I still remember a colleague saying “If I could earn a dollar for every bikini picture you post, I would be rich!”. I was still in my first year of blogging and by then I had posted a couple of pictures tops, because excuse me if I don’t wear a burka to get into the water. But I had to admit that it really hurt to read it.


So now what? To be taken seriously I can’t post bikini pictures? I replied that in this case, he would probably starve. He never replied.


What I think about it now:

If in the past I always thought twice before posting a bikini picture (and several colleagues warned me to be careful on how I wanted to be perceived, heaven forbid!!) now I don’t care anymore. Being a woman in business is already hard enough on so many levels to add more stress to it.

The fact that some people think I look good in a bikini and this either helped my career or made me a shallow attention-seeker blogger, is not reason enough to disregard the fact that I earn my money not via these pictures (nothing wrong if that was true but it’s not).

Ups, the shirt is opened. Looks like I’m posing…Bad, very bad 😀

The biggest chunk of my revenue comes from my affiliate programs (where people don’t have the slightest idea on what I look like) or biggest partnership not related to travel clothing or bikinis whatsoever. Get real people, as I see it, this is pure misogynism and I’m pretty sick of it.

Someone might say “Yes but the fact that you post them makes people follow you more, hence your life as a blogger is easier. WRONG: The followers I have on social media are not very much involved in my money making process. End of the story.


So yep, I just moved to Mexico and live 5 minutes walk from the beach and, amongst other photos where I’m not even in the shot, you will probably see more bikini pictures as well. If you think that this is a marketing strategy to get attention, go on and criticize, I will be too busy working my ass off on my website (as soon as I’m done with my daily dose of swimming… In a bikini of course 😉



What I did about it:

This is super tricky for me. I learned English at age 30 and it takes me forever to write a blog post that I truly feel MINE. Granted, I can write one in 2 hours if I want to, but the quality of it would not be the best I could give to the people who read my articles and to my sponsors. I’m a perfectionist.

I only accepted a handful of press trips, a lot less than the majority of my colleagues out there. I prefer going by myself and not with a caravan of 20 other bloggers. For some people, it might be fun, but for me, it is an unnecessary cruel tour the force.


That said, when I’m back from a complimentary trip, I need some time to metabolize the experience, and seeing other bloggers writing post after post in a few days made me feel super guilty and unprofessional.


What I think about it now:

I’m still slow when it comes to writing, Being a perfectionist and an emotional person (super bad combination) really sucks, but I’m trying to keep the guilty feelings at bay and trying to get better when dealing with deadlines.


I give you an example. Almost one year ago, four amazing companies agreed to let me experience my dream trip to Africa. Well, I am still writing those posts! To my credit, I never had such a massive delay in my entire career, but life happens and I had to deal with some important personal issues, not exactly in the right frame of mind to write about such an emotional and unforgettable trip.


People who know me well, also know how I feel about not having published my African articles. Is this being unprofessional? Maybe, maybe not. It depends on how you look at it.


I’m a blogger, not a journalist and my mission is to convey my true emotions via my posts, inspire people to visit a destination and to talk about my experience with the companies I have worked with, not to write a sterile recap post of the places I’ve seen. That is simply NOT ME.


In the end, I managed to write my first article about my African trip, the others will come, from my heart not because ” I HAVE to do this”

I could have written the posts almost immediately, but they would have felt a total fraud to me, as they didn’t come from my heart, and my readers would have noticed that, losing their trust in me. The articles are going to be online virtually forever anyway, so I might as well wait and create something worth reading.

For the rest, I am not guilty anymore as I have started to tell everyone beforehand that It might take more than the average time to get their post online. This way I’m honest and most importantly, true to myself, so no… I’m NOT going to write a post in a flash because I need to please a sponsor or compete with my super fast colleagues.


If companies stop offering me trips, it’s totally fine. I’m sure the ones who understand where I come from are still out there and I have some great relationship with some of the ones I have worked in the past. Not a coincidence that many times I get a comment along these lines “It took you a while but it was well worth the wait”. That’s all that matters to me. This is what I call integrity.




Yep, that pretty much sums it up for me.


What I did about it:

Given the premises, I did what someone with terrible PR skill does. Nothing. Most of the bloggers out there are meeting, creating events, partnerships, reunions and congratulating each other for their achievements.

The best I could do so far was hanging out with a few fellow bloggers at a restaurant in Chiang Mai where I was re-named “the antisocial blogger”, for obvious and rightly reasons, no offense taken 😉 I also went to the World Travel Market event twice, which was nothing less than a great experience but still feeling slightly out of place.


What I think about it now:

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the female version of Jack Nicholson character in the movie “As good as it gets”. Some of my blogger colleagues are also very good friends, but they are the rare exception, not the rule.

I suck when it comes to skype conventions, brainstorming meetings, bloggers meet ups, conferences and what not. I suck because I hate these things. I am a blogger 24 hrs per day, even when I don’t want to be, so no, I don’t need to talk about blogging when I hang out with a friend.


Am I ruining my career by “isolating” myself from the blogging community? Possibly, possibly not. But the more I am inside this world, the more I see that from the outside we might seem like a bunch of good friends hanging out, exchanging tips and being kind to each other (most of the times).


That is, until we stab each other on the back, for the sake of our own interests, if necessary. And I don’t like it. At all.


I don’t even count the times when someone I used to talk very frequently in the past, after months of silence pops up in my chat with a “Hey How are you”?. This usually happens when something good is going on in my blogging career, being a new contract, a great sponsored trip or a feature in a magazine. I’m tempted to say ….


Nah, just kidding… but a well placed: “let’s cut to the chase, what do you need? would do!

Am I been mean? Not at all, I just want to keep it real. It’s not THAT BAD, I can understand people asking me favors and when I can, I’m genuinely happy to help, but since professional bloggers are “professional”, the same “slightly fake” human interactions that you might find in your regular office environment, also apply to our world.


That said, I somehow admire the people who have impressive PR abilities, they swim with the sharks (sometimes becoming sharks themselves) so effortlessly and smoothly. No sarcasm in here. I truly admire them. But I don’t want to BE them. I am the solitary goldfish in a small glass ball, and I’m perfectly fine in there.

When I started out I was so obsessed comparing myself to the others. Then I finally grasped a very simple concept: we are all unique, and if we truly love what we do, and we do it with integrity, the right occasions for us to shine will come.

Most importantly, I realized that the only person we can compare ourselves to is… ourselves. From the moment I started to use this approach I’m so much happier and relaxed (still stressed out by millions of things to do, but at least I am not wasting my time checking out other people’s success or failures).



Score. Me, hair messed up, with a lovely local kid. Now that’s what I call a travel blogger. No, wait. You can see my camera… shit, not genuine enough!

What I did about it:

I obviously felt guilty, what else! Four years ago I would be like: Oh damn, I went to Africa and I only have 1% of my pictures with the locals. People will think I was there on holiday (heaven forbid that a blogger does something touristic) not living with them or experiencing their culture. They will think that I’m a total fraud!

At least I only had one week out of 2 months in Africa where I posted pictures in a bikini. Phewwww, disaster avoided at least on that front!


What I think about it now:

Can anyone show me the ultimate blogging guide including this rule?People like to take pictures of different subjects, I happen to love landscape photography, hence I post a lot of it. Does this mean that I didn’t have a genuine experience?

No, I have amazing memories of all the wonderful local people I met during my trips and actually, in my case at least, since I was able to truly establish a connection with some of them I felt like intruding our friendship by posting our pictures, so I rarely did. They will remain in my heart, that’s for sure.


That’s who I am, and I’m not going to change it anytime soon.

This post could go on and on as the list of compromises to be taken seriously in this word is endless but I think I’ve given you a pretty good picture.

 It doesn’t matter how many readers I have, or how my colleagues consider me. I am Clelia, the same girl I was on the 22ns of August 2012 when, all excited, I decided to create my baby blog (click to read one of the first articles ever written on my blog, quite embarrassing) and nothing will change that.


If one day I found myself out of the “travel bloggers circus” I will figure something else out, something that reflects the way I see life: pursuing my passions with integrity. Always.


If you went this far, congratulations for your patience and thank you for reading my honest rant and always remember:


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