I’ve been thinking about blogging for the last 20+ years. Yes, thinking about it. Not actually doing it (with the exception of starting one while in PR school and making a feeble attempt to post my thoughts on mental health and my own personal journey with it ). Then crickets. Of course, 20 years ago blogging was a whole different animal than it is now. Now, you can make a successful career out of it, whereas before it was another resource for getting your writing out there and not a whole lot more. And WordPress has come a long way since then.
Today, at this point in my life, the burning passion inside me to be creative is taking hold. It’s lay dormant for quite some time and now the volcano is ready to erupt. I recently found (ironically enough) a woman more than 20 years younger than me as my go-to girl for getting this all started and I’m pumped. She’s turned her little college project blog into a 7-figure business and it’s something she loves and enjoys, so it’s not work. If that’s not the secret to happiness then I don’t know what is. She starts her story out by saying she found this mom blogger online and was impressed with her ability to make money blogging all while being a Mom and working. She then decided if this busy mom could do it and be successful then she could do it.
And now I’m thinking, if this 20-something can start a successful blog while taking a full college course load and working a part-time job, can do it, and she can do it because she is inspired by a mom boss who can do it, then I can do it too! It basically came full circle. Two different women at different stages in their lives empowering the other and in turn, empowering me; a (soon to be working) mom trying to find a way to be financially free while doing what I love.
There’s only one little glitch. I’m afraid. In my mind’s eye, my fear is this big, all-encompassing, dark shadow towering over me stretching its vast dark arms down to swallow me up. What am I afraid of? Everything and nothing at once. Everything wrong happening and nothing happening at all. I’m afraid of risk, change, failure, public scrutiny, making wrong decisions, saying the wrong thing, what people think, and worst of all not doing anything at all. I didn’t think courage and bravery looked like this. As a kid it’s more tangible; the dark spaces under your bed, thunder, falling off your bike. As an adult, it’s fear of the unknown, the anticipation, the what ifs?, one’s perspective, and inertia. Bravery is not impossible though and I have to weed through my fear to grab hold of my courage and take this leap. Perhaps that’s why it’s taken me 20+ years. Aside from raising three small kids. Two of them being twins.
I’m writing with vulnerability because this is the mood I want to set for this blog. It’s a safe space where my reader can feel seen. All the while feeling inspired, motivated, and supported to learn, like, and do some of the things I’ve learned, liked, and done along the way that I think are worth sharing. My blog is for people who like good food, an organized home, reading a good book, yogi-ing, traveling with or cooking for their family. And all things in between that bring joy into our lives. It’s time for us to live and live well. It’s time for us to find that piece of happiness along with that peace within. The kind that makes life a little more bearable, manageable, loveable, and joyful. We all could use Dreams of Zephyr. A xo
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