My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
I have to remind myself sometimes that I can’t help them all. I don’t see myself as some Joel Osteen and I never want to be. I see people struggling though, trying to figure it all out… and it sticks with me. I may not react that day, but sometimes weeks later I’ll revisit their blog and share one of their posts. No I am not the Korean Santa Claus, I just think it takes such little effort sometimes to help people and why not do it? Why not? Everyone is so focused on their dreams and goals and I am no exception to that. That is why I browse a lot of new blogs every week, to inspire myself and remind me why I love to blog. I am reminded every time I see a new blogger happy with their first post, their first follow, or their first view.
“You can’t help them all.” I can’t help them all; I just don’t have the time or energy. And so I help when and where I can because I remember when I first started last year and the large bloggers wouldn’t give me the time of day. They wouldn’t answer questions or emails and treated me like another peon. No one wants to feel that way, myself included. I treat other bloggers as equals because that is what we are. We are all here pouring our hearts out through our medians and that is blogging. That is why we do it.
Motivation and inspiration are so easy to give. It can come in the form of a random comment or visit to a person’s blog, a kind word of encouragement to someone that is struggling, or just simply recognizing the existence of a person. As much as I network and push my blog, I recognize that the people I push it to ARE real people. That is a difference in outlook by choice and why I don’t refer to those that visit my website as “fans.” You never know who you might be helping even when you don’t actively try. You can’t help them all, but you can easily help someone.
Some days I post and I can watch my subscriber number fall like a dying human’s heartbeat. It would actually be alarming to a lot of other bloggers, but for me it is business as usual. I do not “write for offense,” I simply write without fear.
The world wants obedient humans living on it. Society wants subservient robots working in it. Blogs are our voice to the world that we are not all alike. We are not labels, we are not “groups,” we are not races, we are in fact people with daily lives and growing opinions. When we write without fear and share our thoughts with the world we practice a form of liberty that should be celebrated daily. That should never be lost.
You may have read some blog posts or articles on how “blogging gives journalism” a bad name due to the unprofessionalism of most bloggers. Here is what many journalists don’t get, bloggers don’t write to be professional. We write to share and to show we care and that process does not require the technical stages that journalism does. Should we still strive to put out good material? Absolutely, but a personal opinion should never be silenced in the blogosphere for failing to meet the technical requirements of others. We are not all professional writers here, but we still write.
I post about things I care about. I harp on subjects that really interest me just like anyone else. That is what makes a blog authentic and your readers will know whether or not you truly mean your words in most cases. Speak plainly and loudly without fear or shame of your opinions. They are what make us individuals.
Over 1,200 Views and 67 Followers since I created my blog 11 days ago. #GRATEFUL #MOVED #DELIGHTED #MISTY-EYED #WIDESMILINGHEART
Abundant joy for all the sensational souls I’ve been introduced to and am engaging in loving, positive conversation with here on WordPress and for the visitors, my friends and family, and the many new friendships made in Twitterland.
This IS my WHY for being here. Nothing else matters, bottom line.
You have bolstered my confidence, served greatly in the recovery process of my Mental Health…inspired deeper self-love, integrity, creativity and compassion.
A debt of gratitude to you all for your support and for sharing your magnificent spirit with me.
Peace, love & light,
PS Named after my Nan DeGruchy, her beloved called her Jewel which began a tradition for others that lasted her lifetime. I steal it from time to time ;)
Seasons change and love evolves. Sometimes golden fields turn into barren landscapes waiting for snow to cover them to hide their shame. We walk an ever changing path of many seasons, at least we hope as we navigate the current one we are in. Fire falls from the sky and droplets of pain make us realize the moments we live. We appreciate those moments more because of that realization, the knowledge the next step is about to be taken. Whether we liter our path with broken bottles of guilt or puddles of forgotten dreams next to the cigarette butts we contemplated them with, I do not see failure. I see life and a life that resembles ever changing seasons. The past is behind and before me a future. A future I make each day.
Do you care to share what you are working on? You don’t have to give away any secrets and don’t publish anything that will negate a future contract, but if you have a post or link that shows your current project feel free. Workshops, artwork, food blogs, fashion bloggers, contest hosts, and prompt writers are all welcome. If you have a community you are currently running you can share that as well.
Note: I have altered my websites to enable infinite comment stream. No more paging, but you can feel free to comment multiple times. Just don’t spam the board.
Note II: If you know the code you can share pictures or photos in the comment section. It is up to you. Networking is allowed and authors may feel free to share their book covers. The same for photographers and artists. All bloggers are welcome.
What are you working on? People might be interested, you never know.
I arrive home to a dark house, knowing my husband will not be home and I cannot wait to get started. It’s what I’ve thought about all afternoon. I realize I have to watch the clock but it’ll be done before he even comes back.
I take my purse and briefcase out of the car and find my way to the back door in the dark. The son-of-a-bitch forgot to leave the lights on again. I don’t hesitate with the lack of lighting or getting the key in the door though. I am totally focused on what I need to do.
I open the door and he is inside waiting for me. I put on his harness and leash as fast as I can. He needs relief, so it doesn’t take long once we are back outside. I walk down the driveway and number two comes easily also. We run…