I get asked quite a bit about how blogging has changed my life or what I love best about blogging— this post sums up quite a bit of it— in a picture*, and now, in the spur of the moment, in words too. Whether your blog has a handful of readers or millions of readers, you can build connections and make friendships. I’ve made some of the most amazing and tremendous connections through this thing. Through social media in general, really. I mean, you have to watch out for creeps and fakes for sure, theres no denying that— the internet is full — oh SO full of that, but work your way around the bad stuff and you can meet some really great people that you wouldn’t have met otherwise. Everyday through my inbox, messages, dms, and texts too, I am grateful for what the internet has brought me—- real friends, future friends, secret sharers, big news celebrators, shoulders to cry to, business opportunities, life opportunities, inspiration, and so much more.
And on top of it all, a place, my very own space where I get to look back through my life— through the ups and downs, the slip ups, the joys, and the quiet days in between— I’ve created a memory box to hold all of it—- and share it with all the amazing people who choose to read it along the way. I hate the term “blogging”— or more specifically, “blogger”— I hate terms, labels, and box-placers in general— but I do love blogging. With a bad memory or sometimes selective memory, it’s nice to just scroll back and re-live the good and bad moments that have created this life. The moments that got me here— sitting on my daughters bed, while she builds yet another tower
next to me, with my husband building yet another garden bed outside
, and in my house that has become our home— a dirty home, in need of cleaning— but still a beautiful home 😉
I wonder sometimes what the new people coming in think about this story. Or how I feel about them coming in now, when everything is good— almost perfect, in my opinion. After the tears of mediations, breast feeding trouble, a sometimes loneliness, absolute single motherhood struggles, the problems with Alex— all front and open, the engagement, the break up, the miscarriage, just all the garbage that life can and will throw at you sometimes—– Coming in after all the bad (and a lot of other good) has passed. Almost a new place, definitely a fresher and upbeat place, but absolutely a continued story. How does my story read when my past, my path (my struggles) are skipped over? Does it make my story seem less real without an open struggle? Does it seem more staged? Does less honesty bleed through? I hope not. If I could choose to erase all the bad (I suppose I sort of could) and keep this always a pristine flower filled place, would I? No. I like the struggles—the real life that can come through in blogging and sharing your story. Like I said, it’s brought me here. It is weird though. Like jumping half way in (or really, 29 years in— haha) to a real life story— catching up.When you meet people do you prefer them to only know the best parts about you? I’m sure the answer is different for everyone, but I’ve honestly wondered, what parts of your story would you make known? The necessary? Nothing at all? Would you just create your new story, starting now? Or would you be open about everything about you— the good and the bad? I like it all, no hiding. Trends fade, people move on, and it seems silly to constantly change who you are or erase a past. Because those who will care about you— will care about you with both— the good and the bad, and everything that is real about you.
has brought me a lot. A place for my story and my family’s story—– and a chance to grow in life, in friendships, and in general, through the amazing connections and friends I’ve made along this way.
And I know I said I have good news coming—- and I absolutely 100% do. I just have to get all my ducks in a row before I spill the beans— multiple exciting bags (or cans) of beans— to be announced.
Thank you for being part of my story, friends. New and old, you make my life better.
*I wrote this post last week, and between that time and now, I’ve had non stop troubles in computer land. I was at risk of losing thousands of files sitting in this computer (every file). There were lots and lots of tears—– and my computer, well, even after three trips to the mac store, is still not fixed. I’m not on my computer now, and I don’t know when I will be again, but I’m hoping to continue with the posts I’ve had in mind and a few more giveaways this week (one later today). But it’s just another very good reason why this place has become such an important memory box. As someone who never prints personal photos (it’s been years and years since I have), I’m glad I’ve kept my story here.