Well, before I let time slip through my hands, I better attempt to document my first courageous adventure into the "Mommy Blogging" community. It's been a friggin week. What is wrong with me? Oh wait, I know, I'm a slacker. Plus, I'm filled with self doubt which prohibits most things I attempt to accomplish. I'm sensing a pattern: embark on something awesome. Then, fail to follow through with it because it's too daunting. Which results in unfulfilled dreams & mounds of regret. Why do I run when things get hard? (That's what she said). Recognition is the 1st step, right?
I could talk about walking into the Crowne Plaza all by my lonesome- nervous, sweaty & apprehensive or how I made my own name badge out of a Budweiser coaster from the bar.
I could talk about the numerous girl crushes I developed over the weekend. I'm not talking frenching crushes, just friendly admirations based on the number of times I laughed and/or coveted their sassy haircut, red heels or self assuredness.
I could talk about what I actually learned in regards to the "how-tos" of blogging like: how to vlog, find a SEO, use tweetdeck, GoogleAlert, or Whrrl. How to file your trademark online, purchase a URL or how to use "Housewife Porn" as a keyword to get extra traffic (cough*SugarJones*cough). GoogleAlert, THAT!
I could talk about how totally inadequate I felt amongst this group of (presumably) intelligent, highly educated, successful, blackberry/iphone using, articulate, confident, gorgeous women that came in all shapes, sizes, colors & backgrounds. Maybe behind closed doors, they're scratching their butts, using words like "grundle" (I wouldn't recommend using Google Image on that one), drinking wine out of the bottle, & in the next moment crying over all this love I have for my child! A girl can hope, right?
But really, the thing I received from this weekend that I want to talk about is this:
Be who you be.
Know who you are & embrace yourself.
Be who you are, seek out what you love & just friggin' go for it- no apologies, no explanations, just you being you.
There you will find freedom!
Ok, so maybe that wasn't said verbatim but it definitely was implied. I did hear a lot about having an authentic voice. That's what I get excited about. Letting my freak flag fly! Throwing caution to the wind! Scared? You should be! Who the hell knows what I'm going to say next! Lord help us all.
I LOVE it when people break out of their shell & say what they want to say & do what they want to do & are just transparent. I celebrate diversity. I respect those who have an opinion. I applaud passion!
For the record, I'm not a professional writer. I wouldn't even call myself a writer. I'm more of a rambler. I barely graduated high school so you can go ahead & stop counting my run ons & grammatical errors. I'm certainly not going to install copygator anytime soon. That's for damn sure.
I'm not exactly certain what my goal is with this blog. Do I want to blog for free cupcakes, my own personal therapy session with myself, small amounts of $$ or go buck wild & pursue tons of traffic & readers & ads & PR & all those crazy seemingly unattainable levels that really only happen to a lucky few.
Whatever it is, this is good for me & it will work itself out.
(Just as long as it doesn't feel like homework because Lord knows I will resist & rebel that til the ends of the earth).
So, for you, readers (the precious & few) I encourage you to do the same.
Follow your bliss. Don't postpone joy. Be who you be.
(you're welcome for inundating you with more clichés).
And now I am going to go eat peanut butter cookies in bed, read the new InStyle with Drew on the cover, & cry myself to sleep because my sweet little baby will be 1 tomorrow.