I’ve been doing this blogging thing for a little over a year now and it’s turned out to be nothing like I thought it was going to be. When I first jumped into this, I was going to be a funny mommy blogger. I was going to be a devoted reader and commenter on other blogs. I was going to network like crazy, go to conferences, interact with PR folks, become aligned with brands, give away great stuff, get nice little perks for me and my family and I was going to develop a community of great readers while highlighting all the things I think are important in the world of being a mom.
I got great readers. So, that part worked out pretty well.
It turns out that I’m not good at the part of mommy blogging where I write about being a mom because I’m too cautious about my family’s privacy. I’m not great at networking online (unless you count Twitter). I read other blogs but I never have time to comment. I don’t often respond to the comments I get on my own blog. I don’t get invited to events much and when I do I usually turn them down because they cut into family time or they’re during working hours. I don’t get a lot of PR offers and I don’t seek out PR opportunities, mostly because I discovered I don’t like doing reviews except about ridiculous books and tv shows. I don’t get free stuff and I sure don’t get the sponsorship opportunities that would let me go to big conferences. I don’t have a hook or a niche. I don’t craft, or cook, or garden, or sew, or take great photos. I don’t travel, or hike, or camp, or take on major physical fitness challenges. I’m not on any kind of journey that I can document.
All I do is think.
This blog has become where I come to think things through. This is my space for when I’m intrigued or confused or angry about events bigger than myself. This is where I let loose with all the opinions that ricochet around in my mind and do it without apology. This is where I say my piece and ask “Can I get an amen?”. And this is where the “Amen!” comes.
I don’t know most of you except for the names you use online. I don’t know where you came from or where you’re going. I don’t know where you lay your heads at night or what you dream about when you do. But I know that you come to this space and you read my thoughts and say kind things about my words. And I can’t thank you enough for that.
I’ll never be the blogger who can offer more than words. But if you all can continue to be the readers who accept that words are the best thing I can offer, then I’ll keep writing them. Thank you for reading. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.