There have been many times people look at me strange when I tell them I have a blog. Then the question comes up. "Really, what do you blog about and why" Or I get... "A blog? really? You do that?" A great way to pop a person's bubble. Even make them feel less then adequate I should just stop before I get started. But I did not.
I am a blogger. I am a "teller of tales". No actually I am a lover of God, mom, wife, homemaker, and all around woman who wants to help others in the same situation. I have found it is not easy. In fact I think the right word to describe this job is hard.
I have always had a desire to write and share what I do in a day. I love to talk to others and spend time with people whatever their situation. If I know you, I am going to want to spend time with you. The other thing I figured out, I don't like working outside the home. It is not a desire of mine. I really do enjoy being a mom, a housewife. I know that sounds strange. Especially in this day and age, but it is true. I love my job at home.
With all that said, a few years ago I decided to take the plunge and start a blog. At first it was a chance to share with my family and friends what my kids and family was up to. Since then it has grown. My blog has become an opportunity for me to share my story with other people hoping to inspire them in their own lives. A chance for me to share a bit of me with others.
When I sit down to write a post, which can be sporadic at times, I am ready to share a bit of me. I am opening my front door and inviting someone in to share a cup of coffee with me. I know this is hard. Exposing ourselves to others in a raw way can be intimidating and fearful.
Opening up, and sharing a post exposes myself to others. Yes it is a chance for me to share with others and hopefully help them. But it is also a chance for others to judge me, and ridicule me or even better yet ignore me. And yet I still blog. I still write. I still share.
In the end, why do I do what I do? Why do I blog? I do this because I love it. I love the chance to share with others. I love finding new ideas, new recipes, new solutions, and new stories. I love helping others. Maybe in the end those that I can help, those that I touch can go on and do the same thing. Because at the end of the day it is not about what I want or do, it is about what difference I can make in someones life no matter how small.
I am a blogger. I am a "teller of tales". No actually I am a lover of God, mom, wife, homemaker, and all around woman who wants to help others in the same situation. I have found it is not easy. In fact I think the right word to describe this job is hard.
I have always had a desire to write and share what I do in a day. I love to talk to others and spend time with people whatever their situation. If I know you, I am going to want to spend time with you. The other thing I figured out, I don't like working outside the home. It is not a desire of mine. I really do enjoy being a mom, a housewife. I know that sounds strange. Especially in this day and age, but it is true. I love my job at home.
With all that said, a few years ago I decided to take the plunge and start a blog. At first it was a chance to share with my family and friends what my kids and family was up to. Since then it has grown. My blog has become an opportunity for me to share my story with other people hoping to inspire them in their own lives. A chance for me to share a bit of me with others.
When I sit down to write a post, which can be sporadic at times, I am ready to share a bit of me. I am opening my front door and inviting someone in to share a cup of coffee with me. I know this is hard. Exposing ourselves to others in a raw way can be intimidating and fearful.
Opening up, and sharing a post exposes myself to others. Yes it is a chance for me to share with others and hopefully help them. But it is also a chance for others to judge me, and ridicule me or even better yet ignore me. And yet I still blog. I still write. I still share.
In the end, why do I do what I do? Why do I blog? I do this because I love it. I love the chance to share with others. I love finding new ideas, new recipes, new solutions, and new stories. I love helping others. Maybe in the end those that I can help, those that I touch can go on and do the same thing. Because at the end of the day it is not about what I want or do, it is about what difference I can make in someones life no matter how small.