Please forgive my diversion. . .
I’m a rookie blogger. I’m a rookie blogger, and I’m totally proud of it.
I’m new to the online communities, to Twitter, to avatars, to comment-leaving, widgets, and gadgets. I have too much to learn, and my site is too basic to even come close to competing with some of these incredible, seasoned, pro-blogging mom sites. Yet I love what I have created and couldn’t be more proud of it. Never in a million years did I think I would be changing html codes or be researching 2 vs 3 column layouts.
And that’s why I love being a part of this new and exciting community of talented, intelligent women. The sky’s the limit for what I can do with it, and I’m ready to take off. The blogging community has received me with open arms; my rudimentary questions are answered quickly by friends I’ve yet to meet, and people oceans away leave me meaningful feedback for my blog posts. Blogging friends share their lives, their struggles, their joys, and dreams. In the lines of their posts, I’ve found products that work, ways to save money, tools to keep my life running smoothly, and the amazing truth that most of us have more in common than not.
My own community–family, friends, neighbors, and friends of friends–are becoming my best cheerleaders and frequent blog-readers. They look forward to my posts and talk about what I’ve written, what the “blogs worth your time” have posted, and how my own ideas worked with their children.
It’s been more reward than I ever thought possible; my world has opened up in a way I never could have imagined, and it just keeps on getting better. I’m enjoying the ride.
This post was written not only to share my new-found blog love, but to try to just maybe, maybe, maybe send my tiny blogging self to the BlogHer Annual Conference in Chicago this July, 2009. If I win, I’d be the event’s chief correspondent for Mabel’s Labels blog. Hard to believe, hard to imagine, but it would be totally and completely amazing if the unbelievable happens and I do win this very cool contest. I’m keeping my fingers crossed; anything is possible–and talk about the learning I’d be doing in Chicago with a bunch of expert bloggers. . . .