Well this is the third post I have done like this so far and I have seen some great connections. I’ll keep doing these off and on and I think they provide a great way for “active bloggers” to network. This post now has over 2,000 active bloggers waiting to connect in it. I encourage anyone looking for new blogs to view or people to converse with to browse through the comment section and network.
I really enjoyed your “purpose in blogging” and your kind mention. Thanks for including me in your nominees and I wish you the best as you explore your blogging voice. -OM
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My wonderful Blogger friend yesterday Featured on my Blog Erika Kind nominated me for this wonderful award the “Encouraging Thunder” I am delighted and truly honored by this nomination which I accept with great happiness for the second time! Thank you so much Erika for this beautiful award!
Erika has a great Blog and she is very loved here in the community…make sure to click that link up there!!!
Well about this Award here there are all the rules:
- Post it on your blog.
- Grant other bloggers the award.
What you cannot do:
- Abuse or misuse the logo.
- Claim that it is your own handmade logo.
What you should do after receiving the Encouraging Thunder Award:
- Enjoy the award!
- At least give thanks via comments, likes and/or mentioning the blog that you received the award from.
- Mention your purpose in blogging
My purpose in Blogging:
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You will always have doubters. Family members, friends, complete strangers, sort of friends, bloggers, co-workers, and whoever else you decide to share your ideas with. Many will smile, many will frown, many will give you strange looks, and most are probably not even listening to you. No one should allow another person to change their course in life unless that change is wanted by you first. Doubters come in all forms and for all reasons. They aren’t always jealous, they sometimes just don’t understand, but in the end they should all receive the same answer.
“Thank you for your opinion now fuck off.”
The problem with humans is that we love to share our opinions even if we have no damn clue what we are talking about. Actually, especially if we have no clue what we are talking about. We love to share our “insight” and we don’t care if that action brings the other person down. Because why should it?
It does matter. People don’t always stop and think how detrimental their words can be. They slay ideas, gods, hopes, and dreams with a passing comment or offhand remark. And all the while they do this sometimes with the most innocent of intentions.
Here is what I practice and it is the same as what I preach. I read everything that comes to me or is directed at me. The comments saying I am a poor writer, a novice, I lack any type of style, I have no ethics, my blog is random and annoying, why do I follow everyone, power bloggers are just about money, he just wants to sell his eBook, he is so annoying, what a misogynist bastard, his views on adoption are so wrong, OM is racist, OM hates homosexuals, OM doesn’t read my blog, OM this and that and whatever else you can think of. I brush it off. There are too many bloggers, people, voices, and positive spirits in this world to focus on the negative ones for over a day. Sure, I will give them my attention for 24 hours, but after that I try and cut the festering wound off. Do the comments and remarks bother me? Yep, I am human, they do bother me sometimes. But what makes me smile is knowing that in ten years I will have completed my goals and dreams. Where will those doubters be? Still on WordPress writing their posts about how they are happy doing what they are doing… all the while not really being happy.
Facebook was considered a business model with zero chance of success. Critics did not think there was any way people would share that much personal information or care to network through that site in the format Mark had chosen. The guys that decided not to join in on Facebook when Zuckerburg started it are probably very unhappy now and their reasons at the time were most likely “I have been doing marketing for 20 years and there is no way this will work!” Do you all realize there are kids in college making websites and generating millions in online income this very second and day? Do people think that is fantasy or that only outliers can accomplish this? Those doubters lack any type of original thought and thus will always be sheep following the pack.
These are all easy things to say and hard concepts to “do.” Especially for one such as me that has a depressive nature. I try not to allow my true emotions to bleed over into my blog. Sure I will get annoyed (none of my “followers” have managed to make me angry yet) and my writing “style” (yes… I THINK I have a style regardless of what THEY say) is aggressive and pointed. It always has been. I can make a post-it note into a bullet, trust me. This is all to say that you can’t allow people and their opinions on what you are doing to alter your course. Especially if they say “you are doing it the wrong way.” Thinking outside the box will always generate scorn and condemnation. I think this is amusing because honestly there are very few “out of the box” thoughts when it comes to blogging. What I am doing here isn’t new, it isn’t savvy or brilliant, but instead it is simply hard work. Maybe the doubters are just lazy and are in fact people that could never do what you are doing. Consider that before changing your plans because of the “words and opinions” of some random fool or even someone you know and trust.
Do you remember the good old days when a company could give shitty service to a customer and then when they complained the corporation could laughingly place them into a caller queue to be redirected to death? When was the first time you heard or read of a story where someone used social media to fight back? Did it inspire you or make you curious?
The World fears us bloggers. We are unbridled, unprofessional peons with keyboards. We are supposed to know our place in this consumer enslaved world. We go to work, we make our pennies, and then we spend our money right back on the companies we work for. That is how the circle of life is painted in most portraits that sit behind current CEO desks.
The day that the average chump decided that they weren’t going to be just another customer was the day the Corporate World learned fear. Suddenly the guy wearing a hoody at register eight might very well be a social media giant that won’t put up with bullshit customer service. He won’t put up with rude servers or pompous managers. What is his weapon of choice? It is held by a holster or in his pocket… a simple cell phone with internet ability and a WordPress Ap.
That hoody is suddenly a fucking cape.
She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.
Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.
The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.
It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.