My girlfriend asked me to be a guest blogger on her blog: bizzymamas. I was HONORED! Similarly, after Mind Reading, a childhood friend shared my post on facebook.... WOW! THANK YOU!
I started journaling when I was 7... and in college I lost it a little bit, but writing has always been a very rewarding experience for me. I always wanted to write a book, but I never had a specific story line or genre in mind and never thought I could come up with enough material... but in the way of this blog there are so many things I want to accomplish with this. I don't know how to organize the material, I know it'll figure itself out.
I originally started journaling on the computer because it was faster for me to type than hand-write everything. (Even though I think anything hand-written is far more personal). But then I started losing everything every time a computer died... so when I had Fiona I figured blogging and posting something to the internet might be the one way my kids might be able to find me. So I started blogging for my kids, that was the intention anyway. To deny that it's helped me would be a such a blatant lie and one cannot overlook the benefits of self-expression.
When Stephanie asked me to be a guest blogger, I thought: but my blog doesn't really have an identity and how can I benefit your blog... besides its identity, I have ONE follower (thank you, cousin Ashley... there's a reason she's the favorite cousin in the family and we'll gladly give her that)... But I don't want to pigeon hole this blog because there are too many things I want to accomplish here:
I've always wanted to have a collection of my favorite things and be able to offer them to others... like Oprah at Christmastime... in case they might also become some of their favorite things... or in case they need to find a nice gift idea for me (hint hint Lars...jk)
I want to record things my children do so that they will have memories and I can live with them forever :)
I want to record things that I do so that my children will know the right thing to do and I want to record things my husband does so they know what not to do... and so that I can fill my arsenal of black mail... don't we all wish we had one of those typer-ladies from the courtrooms... hey honey, the records indicate very clearly right... here... in fact, yes you did say that. But seriously, I want my marriage to be remembered... so that when it's over... possibly before we die or in the event that one of us should kill each other, there will be witnesses.... and in case it sounds like a fairy-tale in 20 years, I'll know the truth... and who knows?! it could very well be!
I want to leave my babies lessons.. and this comes from the mom with cancer and another blog I've read that inspired me to do this.... I can't think of it right now, but I'm gonna post it on here in a hot flash... I'll also get back to the mom with cancer.
I want to serve underprivileged children... I tried to do that in another way, but I think this is my outlet... because it's not just about the kids, it's about the parents... obviously there's a special place in my heart for moms.
I want to spread God's word... I want to spread his Love... I want to give hope to whoever may need it and whoever may find it here. I want to spread laughter... I want to spread a message: that I'm so grateful. In the hardest of times... I'm still grateful. I want to spread the word that happiness isn't about perfect children, perfect marriages, perfect houses, perfect lives, perfect days.. it's not about perfection at all...it's about gratitude. A high school friend, Gina, once posted somewhere.... and I think of it often..."Happiness is not about having what you want, but wanting what you have."
To be clear, I do not think I am a professional advisor of any kind nor do I find myself qualified to tell others how to live their lives... I want to spread the message of Love to me, I want to spread it to the day that I can't finish my coffee and to the day when I'm sitting home by myself drinking my third cup of coffee because my children don't need me to pour their milk. And if someone else should find it... and if we can share the message.. then we'll know we have company... and we'll be reminded that we're the lucky ones. Yeah, we're the lucky ones.
