Yesterday was a fascinating day (for me). On the heels of a stressful string of events, I received a little surprise in my inbox. I was invited to travel to a number of exclusive travel destinations with my family on a freelance writing assignment. My job would be to blog about the chosen destinations and the merits (or lack thereof) for families with children. Up until eighteen months ago, I was going on a lot of trips like this, but over the course of the last year, I’ve had to turn many of them down. So, when the offer came through yesterday, I was touched. Blinking back a tear or two, I read the email a few times through.
I don’t tell you this story to brag. I tell it to make a point, and that point being there is no substitute for hard work and a competitive nature. I have been blogging and writing online since 2010. I started up shop with a free website on wordpress [dot] com, often getting up early and working late to write and maintain my website. I wrote several times a week on women––moms mostly––and balance, creating new opportunities, and recreating notions of what moms can and can’t do (nothing). I not only researched my topics, but how to grow my writing business since I loved the topic I was writing about, and I grew my brand.
NONE of this was handed to me or given to me. Each tiny step or milestone was marked with grueling work on my part. I traveled to trade conferences and networked always putting the relationship first. I never asked what can you do for me? Rather I built a genuine foundation between other bloggers and myself while continuing to blog, consult, invent and license a product (I did this concurrently). What did I give up? Sleep, a few school performances, and lunches with friends. Not always, but sometimes.
I looked up to women who were doing more and steamrolling ahead of me. I admired them. I wasn’t covetous, and I didn’t want their secret sauce. I knew I needed to create my own spicy mayo with siracha, and I needed to find that deep within my soul. These were amazing women, and I didn’t begrudge them success. To this this day, Liz Gumbinner & Kristen Chase, Erica Diamond, Kathy Buckworth, and Isabel Kallman are women I look up to, and consider to be role models. [click to continue…]
*Waves “Hi” and ducks head in shame.
It has been so long since I have last written over here––I’m actually so embarrassed. But I’ve been super busy. Shhh, I know, I know. I hate the busy trap.
Okay, so maybe not so busy, but simply preoccupied with typing and typing. Books, edits and promo columns for my upcoming new release. But I felt compelled to pop in over here today.
I think it must have been a culmination of various things.
First, the weather has been God-awful. We continue to get slammed with two-hour and one-hour delays since going back to school from winter break. I used to think what an effing pain weather delays and cancellations were––to the point that I complained endlessly and ruthlessly about them. That’s when I thought I was super busy.
I actually wasn’t. Because now I am spoke for every second of every day, and I am managing delays and cancellations.
Public Service Message: Delays and cancellations are much better as your kids get older. They make their own breakfasts and entertain themselves. And if all else fails, you can put them to work.
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For those of you who don’t know, I wrote a book. Actually, two. Fiction books. Edgy, passionate reads––or so I’ve been told.
Anyway, a few weeks back, a few newer authors were discussing the need to form an LLC or not when self-publishing, and I tried to explain the merits of doing so.
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I have been noticeably absent from here. Other projects, my kids, my husband, my extended family have all been taking up my time. Its cool, that’s where my head has been at—with all of them and such…
There is always the feeling of keeping their privacy, especially the teen, when it comes to my blogging and writing, so that remains at the forefront of my mind when sitting down at my laptop. [click to continue…]
I’m a competitive person. Extremely. Just ask my friend Erica, who I run with, and she will tell you that I am borderline nuts. Week in and week out, I push myself around the track, sore hips and feet and all, yelling, “How fast was that?” while cheering Erica forward. Then, when the workout is finally over and we get to my favorite part – coffee – I ask Erica about her business. She’s TEN years younger than me and an amazing biz owner –no bullshit.. .I’m not jealous or envious, but super proud because she is doing what she wants to do and doing it up BIG.
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For the last two days, I have been
entertaining annoying my personal friends on The FB with what I consider to be fairly hilarious emails from Pinterest. You know that place where you start looking at pictures of what you imagine your life would look like if you just had 30+ more hours in a day, AND a full staff of people to arrange flowers, clean up your kitchen, and fold your laundry in a picture perfect way before placing it on outstanding, handcrafted shelves they made for you.
Well, apparently, Pinterest has a fairly wide-reaching algorithm and has been sending me some funny suggestions for subjects I may want to peruse and pin. Like, Stitching and Wearing Bangs–bang, bang!
Let me say this: I am so crafty that if I started to knit or stitch, I would all of a sudden be sporting bangs thanks to a needle gone wild.
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Sometimes, you just got to go back to your roots––the place where it all started, where you became who you are, find the stuff that molded you to be the way you are. These times that often call for you to head back to the basics, think long and hard about why you do what you do and how to do it better are usually the rough spots, the tough patches, or difficult times. It doesn’t matter if it is difficult mentally, financially, or emotionally…just go back to do doing what you do best. The basics.
I know, I’m speaking in circles, but over the last few days, I was reminded of this lesson. Steeped in stress like a tea bag in hot water on a cold winter’s day, I had to think back to when I essentially became who I am today. Full-time mom, wife/devoted partner, author, inventor, writer, dog-owner, daughter, cousin, friend. All of those pieces make up my pie dripping with flavor and peaches.
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