Once upon a time, this blog was as necessary to my existence as air.
As a new mother, it was my link to the outside my world. It provided reassurance that I wasn’t crazy. It was a place where I could laugh, scream, or cry, and know that someone (lots of someones) heard me and understood.
As an uprooted introvert, it provided me with the community I was missing in my new home. Friends were only a blink of the cursor away, and I could (and still do) reach out at any time, day or night.
As a professional copy nerd, it was my passport to career stability. It taught me a host of new skills and ensured I was ahead of my peers in the fields of social media and SEO. When people around me were dropping like flies, I hung on to my job—in part because of what I learned in this space.
As a generally insecure human being, it provided me with the confidence I needed to feel good about myself. It provided proof that I was smart, valuable, and had mad writing skillz. Even if I was sleep-deprived and anxiety-ridden.
This blog helped me develop my voice. It helped me figure out who I am, and who I want to be.
It gave me the courage to submit a proposal to the BlogHer conference (and to actually go speak when they called).
It gave me the confidence to submit an essay to the Listen To Your Mother Show (and to actually read it. On stage.).
It gave me the chutzpah to submit a chapter of a romance novel to Harlequin (but, unfortunately, it didn’t help me write the damn book when they liked it).
This blog was, and continues to be, extremely important to me. But because of the opportunities it has helped me make for myself, I don’t have much time for it these days.
And I sure can’t be bothered to play the review this/make a video of that/tweak that other thing for SEO game I need to play to be “successful” right now.
So is it dead?
Nah. Something tells me I’m not done here yet.
It’s merely hibernating for a while.
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