Skip to main content

Five Levels of Engagement

In our book "Measure What Matters" by Katie Paine we talked this week about the five levels of engagement from people on your website, blog, or social media platform. I thought I might try and explain this concept by comparing it to the people who have read my blog this semester.

Level 1: "Lurking Lucy"

This is someone who maybe stumbled upon my blog because they googled some of my keywords-"pizza", "Sierra", "Tori Kelly", or perhaps "the best blog ever". If this is you, welcome, why don't you stay a while?

Level 2: "Casual Carl"

These are the people who maybe felt peer pressured to subscribe to this blog when I pushed it more heavily, and now every time they get the email of a new post they just groan. Thanks for sticking around, regardless, I appreciate you subscribing.

Level 3: "Active Adam"

This person actively reads my blogs and likes the post when I put it on Facebook. They aren't super vocal about their admiration for my blog at this point but they're still supportive.

Level 4: "Committed Caspar"

This is the one who reads most of my posts, has subscribed, and sometimes even leaves comments on them, too. You're the greatest, friend!

Level 5: "Loyal Lynn"

Lynn is the real MVP. Constantly reading, liking, commenting, and sharing my posts with all of her friends.

Despite any level of engagement that you may fall under, I am grateful for you. Blogging has become a newfound hobby of mine, one that I may actually be decent at. To have the support of one or many means so much to me. So from Lucy to Lynn, I love you all the same.

Comments

  1. I'm literally laughing out loud. How do you come up with this stuff? You have a natural talent! Keep up the awesome work Sierra!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

5 Things

If you've never bought in to anything I've said on this platform, or any platform for that matter, please try and dissolve what I'm about to say.

I'm full of insecurities, always have been. My face is too round. My love handles poke out. Arms are so flabby I could probably fly away. Acne comes and goes and reminds me that I have pores, too. Sometimes my eyebrows look more like stepsisters than twins. Bigfoot and I could share shoes. The mole on my nose isn't always a welcome decoration. Scars from past accidents cover my legs and bring back the memories of learning how to ride a bike. Most days my curls resemble an unruly afro, not the cute kind of Shirley Temple curls I once had.

Lately, my insecurities have consumed me. Every time I looked in the mirror, a frown followed. I tugged and poked at my body for hours. But today, today I woke up and felt new. I was a different person. The person in the mirror was happy, glowing, beautiful. My hair twisted and turned jus…

Planning my Funeral

No, the title is not clickbait, and yes, it is true. Hear me out. I'm not suicidal. I'm not terminally ill, that I know of. But I do know that days are limited here on this precious planet we call home and I've become increasingly aware of that.

I got to thinking a few days ago about my own funeral. Funerals are typically sad situations, and for good reason, yes. But I don't want my funeral to be sad. I'm only nineteen and haven't written a will, and while I don't plan on it any time soon, this is my unofficial, official will. Although, a bit differently. You see, I don't want to tell you what I leave to everyone in my life, I want to tell you what I hope I've left behind. And I want to tell you how I want my celebration of life to be.

First of all, I hope my life had purpose. I don't care what, and not really how either, but I hope I left a legacy. I hope everyone who knew me knew that all I ever wanted was to make them laugh, or smile. I hope …

Rush Rho Gam

Two sorority posts back to back, who am I???

Last week on campus we finished up a week of formal recruitment. This year instead of being involved with normal recruitment, I served as a Rho Gamma for my chapter. Being a Rho Gamma means that you de-affiliate from your chapter. During this time I wasn't allowed to wear any letters, affiliated merchandise, or tell people who didn't already know, which chapter I was in. I couldn't also be seen in public with a lot of my friends who were affiliated members, which was the most difficult part.
As a Rho Gamma you get paired up with a floor in one of the residence halls, and help guide the girls on that floor through formal recruitment. I had the honor of having the floor I lived in my freshman year, which was extremely nostalgic and rewarding for me. Every week we would have meetings with these girls, and walk them to rounds on campus, gradually getting to know them and love them. This part of the experience was simultaneously easy…