A New Leaf Has Been Turned

Hello bloggers:

As everyone is preparing for Easter this weekend and the festivities it involves, I hope we all have a great time and the Easter bunny brings us lots of treats. Tonight as I sit here writing this entry, I am very proud of myself because it is something that I wanted to write for the past 2 years now.

As some of you may know, I have a YouTube channel that I began 3 years ago. I started it off with gaming videos, animations, and fun challenges that I did with my boyfriend. But back in 2016, I lost the passion to continue on with my channel. When I first started my channel, I played the game “Five Nights at Freddy’s”, which was a horror survival game. I began making animations using the characters from that game. I got nearly 30,000 subscribers, over 13,000,000 views on all of those videos, and many fans. I would get fan art, people saying they want to meet me, and people saying I was their favorite YouTuber. 

So what went wrong, you may ask?

I noticed that people didn’t really watch my videos for me. They didn’t like me; they weren’t a fan of me; they were a fan of the video game. They liked the animations, they liked the game plays, they liked the game itself. Whenever I would upload another video, say a challenge video or a story time, it would get as many dislikes as likes. It would get 100 views whereas my other videos had over 2 million views. Why was this happening? I asked myself for so long. Then the answer came: my channel became a channel for “Five Nights at Freddy’s”. I was no longer in control of my channel; it was in control of me. When I posted another type of video, comments would flock in saying I needed to go back to the other videos. So I did. I became miserable and resentful of YouTube.

At one point, it was amazing. It was fun, I had a lot of passion for it and it was wonderful. I was making a decent paycheck every month from the ad money I was receiving on my videos, and life was great. But as months went on, it got dull. I did not like where it was heading. I wanted to be in control of my channel again, to make things that I wanted to make. And I couldn’t.

For fear of the hate. For fear of the disapproval. For fear of the unsubscribers. 

I stopped making videos. Biweekly videos turned into 2 videos per year. I envied YouTubers who had fun making their videos, got to be themselves and had an audience that respected them and followed them on their journey.

Something in me snapped at the beginning of March. I didn’t know what it was. It just snapped. I had a mini breakdown and I realized: This life is short. I want to make videos that I want to make. I no longer want to be constrained by the audience that only wants me to make videos that I no longer have any passion or interest in whatsoever. So I went to the store and bought a brand new camera. I planned out what I was going to say, sat down, and filmed it. I was so nervous it took me until now to finally upload it. The response was better than I imagined. Some people were disappointed, but the others understood. I was so afraid to take this initial step and say to my audience: “This is me. This is what I am doing now.” But I did, and I’ve never felt so happy.

At the end of the day, I am a super girly, super loud 20 year old girl. I have a blog, a book, a (surprisingly enough) Famous Birthdays profile and a brand that I adhere myself to. But search up my name in Google and there you have it: pictures of animated robotic chickens all over the place. How embarrassing! Not my image nor brand at all.

Collaborations were turned down because no one wanted to work with me. Not because my content wasn’t good, but I wanted to work with people whose videos were the type I wanted to make, but didn’t. Our channels were totally different. Go to my channel and see animations from “Five Nights at Freddy’s”, in which were pretty lame if I do say so myself . . .  well, it wasn’t promising in this line of work. Even if I were to make a new video, like I said, my audience would thumb it down so quick I couldn’t even have time to think about what went wrong. Comments would desperately exclaim: “Go back to your old content!”

A new leaf has been turned over. This is finally me. Victoria Hecnar, making the videos I wanted to make from the very beginning. Blogging about what I wanted to blog about, from the very beginning. 

Now that I am on my way to building a brand and image for myself that I can be proud of, you’re going to see a lot more than me! I’m going to be uploading weekly videos, writing weekly blog posts, and updating my Instagram a lot more than before (yup, no more photo per 6 months!) This year, starting now, is going to be about my passions and going forward, I am no longer doing things for the numbers or for the interests of others. 

There are thousands of other animated videos out there, and my channel will no longer be one of them. It was an incredible journey, but this has to be done. I am doing this for me and for my well-being.

A new leaf has been turned.

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Here’s the video of me explaining everything in detail. Hey, why don’t you subscribe to me while you’re at it?!

A Letter To My Past Self

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Dear Victoria of 5 Years Ago:

I know that you’re not very confident, but, that’s okay, that will all change. I know you’re not sure who you are in life yet. But, in two months from now, you’ll be on your way to officially start living. You’ll be writing your first book “Five Hearts” which is going to later turn into “Mackenzie High”. It’s going to change your life forever. In the most positive way. You’re also going to be getting your nose pierced. Crazy, right? I mean, you? The girl who’s afraid of needles and pain? It was a spontaneous decision, but a year later and you’re still loving it. It’s a hoop. You moved houses which probably sounds insane. You miss your pool and kitchen and bathroom dearly. But, your room?! That shit is huge. You have two beautiful frosted bedroom doors, hardwood flooring and a classy elegant creamy colour for the walls. You have two closets, two windows, a space for your laptop to write blogs and books. You also have a hamster named Hammie. Yes, it’s okay to freak out. Congratulations! You finally got your own hamster! She’s a cutie pie, and her cage is right beside your bed. You also have two fish and a frog. You’ve learned a lot about yourself and have gained a lot of confidence. It not only shows on your outer appearance, but inner, too. You’re an honour student (I know you’re getting like 50%s right now, but hang on. You’re going to get a 98% in math and prove everyone wrong.) You kinda hate school, but you’re a part time student so it’s no biggie. You found out who your true friends are, and no doubt will you be constantly meeting people in opportunities yet to come. You have the best boyfriend ever named Jacob. He’s four years older than you and sometimes people judge you for that, but people who know you both understand. Your family life is going well, and you have a lot of potential. You’re going places. Just hang in there, because in a few years from now everything will be perfect. Oh, also, stay away from every guy who isn’t Jacob once you get to high school. It won’t be pretty. Lastly, you’ll be starting a YouTube channel called “Games with Victoria”, with hopes to become a successful gamer. (Specifically for Banjo-Kazooie. Y’know, the game you accidentally erased and then cried for hours about)? Well, I have to go work on your future some more for you. You better thank me later!

Love,

Future Victoria

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Writer’s Hand

Writer’s Hand: not the most attractive thing in the world, but it sure is the epitome of passion and hard work. It’s got some pen marks on it from writing ferociously, trying to keep up with the writer’s thoughts. And some white-out, too, because sometimes when you’re jotting down things that quickly, words become illegible. Also some orange highlighter because you always gotta take notes. Your fingers and hands are red in some places. And if you are a hardcore writer, you’re also going to have some calluses. The more you have, shows the more you write. This is why a lot of people choose to write on computers (myself included—but I also keep a journal.) While tons of writers get writer’s block, I’m over here with my writer’s hand. Is it even normal to get pen marks high up on your forearm? Probably not, I’m just a little crazy.

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