Now blog.

Now is the time to get started. Now is the time to do it,

whatever it is. You really only have this moment. You think you will have another moment, another time, another chance to do something, but when you get to that point, then it will be now! Will you be able to recognize that time for what it is when it is the moment you are in? Do you really recognize today as yesterday’s tomorrow or tomorrow’s yesterday?

Baby Helper

mY SON just deleted the last three epiphany sentences that I just wrote. That is the kind of stuff that would make me want to stop and try to pick another time. No time is going to be better or more convenient than any other moment.

I thought that I would start blogging when my son started to need me less. What, am I going to wait until he is 18 years old, 14, 10? At those times, when that is now, then I will have another reason to not start. Probably because I didn’t start now. Basically, every moment since he was born, he has needed me less and less.

My son really likes when I type on the computer. He likes to help do everything. While I’m typing, he’s trying his best to beat the keyboard and help. He’s so sweet. We will figure this out. This will work great.

Blogging is my calling!

With blogging, I get to teach, write, and do whatever I want. Those are the top three qualities in a career that I always wanted!  I need to work on writing in my voice in a way that doesn’t confuse you, my dear reader. A lot of people really get me, some people get lost in what I’m saying.

I need to work on writing so that you can follow along, understand, learn, not get confused, and you still get my bad jokes, lol!

“Pick your niche!”

Everyone who insists on me blogging says that I need to pick a subject. That has been my biggest roadblock. I need to be able to blog about everything that I’m doing and every think that I have. I have so many interests, hobbies, and daily activities that if I picked one, then so much would be neglected. To start, I need to be able to tell you about anything. Then, we can dial in on what interests you.

When will I find the time?

I will have to make the time. I will have to steal a few moments during Sesame Street and whenever possible. I’ll have to keep my computer open and write when I get a chance. I have the app on my phone so I can write when the mode strikes away from the laptop. What I can’t do is spend every free thought pre-writing blog posts. I did that before and it 1. drives me nuts and 2. doesn’t actually help get the posts written, just make me feel worse because I mentally wrote the post and never actually typed it out.

My tough question – Will I edit, or will I publish after I write?

I have a bachelors degree in English. On one hand, I know my first draft writing is not horrible. On the other hand, I know not to publish anything without proofreading, and I can’t proofread without editing. The only reason I ask is that, if I feel the need to edit, the post will not be published now and that “now” may not come back around.

Hey, do you know what I mean? What do you think?

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Baby Belly Help

When I was pregnant, people, everyone treated me differently. I recognized at the time that people were more willing to help me do anything. I didn’t really like it. I knew this was special treatment because I was pregnant.

Lately, as I look in the mirror of what’s left of my baby belly, I wonder if I should just keep it, pretend I’m still pregnant, so I can see more people being helpful.

I despised the help when I was pregnant, because I felt these people were insincere in their help. I wondered if these people would notice me struggling and help, if I wasn’t pregnant, probably not.

Once I realized, they were helping my unborn baby, I was able to accept their help with less hesitation. But now, with a screaming 2 year old, it seams most people just want me to get on with it and they leave me alone. So weird.

I feel like, I’ll keep the belly and wear the maternity clothes on days when I need to see the good nature in strangers. Just treat everyone like they’re pregnant. Everyone possesses the ability to create and carry, so why treat them as if they deserve less.

Open the doors for people with their hands full. I mean, really, that’s all.

Now, I have the time to write, but what was I going to say! All day, the thought, ‘to write that down when I get the first chance’ ran through my head. My hands were generally wet when these thoughts came through.

 

My hands were wet because I spent the day wiping my son’s face from a cold he got last weekend, and doing dishes, and cleaning our stuff as I unpack it into our new place.

I want to go into detail of this dream I had. But a quick recap may be sufficient. Thanks for auto-correct, sometimes. Maybe always.

I dreamed I read a bumper sticker that said, “Be the Lighthouse through which the Love of God shall Shine.” I really could write about 750 words off the top of my head about this.

But now, the time is 1.5 hrs after I should be asleep. I still need to tend to the sick baby. I’m exhausted. This will all reflect on my writing…as you can see it is.

I believe dreams are important for me to see what’s important in my life. I haven’t been dreaming like I was when I was pregnant and well rested. I think one big piece of remembering dreams, is to be able to recall all you can when you wake up.

If you have to get up and start doing immediately, and you don’t have time just to be first thing, then it’s easier to forget your dreams. If you don’t get enough sleep, then it’s easier to forget your dreams.

To remember your dreams, ask yourself, first thing when you wake up “did you have sweet dreams?, what did you dream about?”

I need to remember, I can even ask myself these questions when I need to get up and get going right away.

The washing machine is beeping. The baby is poking me. I’m not making anywhere near the point I wanted to.

Boy oh boy. Have a great night.

Publishing pre-edit. Otherwise, it’ll get lost in the unpublished drafts list that I skipped past to write this.

I mean, let’s face it. I’ll never have a chance to go back. There will always be something more, new, different to do, write, be in the future.

Now, the washing machine beeping is too much. There has to be a way to turn that bidness off.

Do you know? I’d love any type of reply. Anything you feel like spitballing off your fingertips. 😘😊💓

bug-repealing plants

I don’t want to use pesticides. Even if they did work, they poison everything around them. So far, this is the best I’ve found: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_pest-repelling_plants.

Seriously, now.

I want to start blogging. I think every entry in every blog I’ve ever written had that included in it some where.

How would you like to follow my journey to creating a blog? I hope you would like it fine, because you already are.

I’m writing this entry on my phone while laying in the bed with my 19 month old baby. He just hit me in the he’d while I wrote the last sentence and while I am writing now. I want to write. How do you write whev you are bring hit and need to address the issue

It makes me angry at him, at blogging, at myself.

Why aren’t these posts showing up on my blogmdm?!?

This is a test.

I have been having some technical issues with blogging. It seems like every little thing wants to stand in my way.

I hope this saves!

The last time I used this phone app to write a post, the images uploaded after about 20 hours and my post was severely cut.

Waiting.

I spent a long time trying to figure where my post went the next morning. I wasted at least four times the amount of time it took me to write it in the fist place.

My son was watching Sesame Street while I waited. We love Sesame Street over here!

Hoping for the best.

I was able to write and post a blog, more or less in my sleep a week ago. I feel like it should always be that easy. I probably shouldn’t over-think it.

Short and simple.

….just on case it doesn’t save.

How are you today?

Up too late

I’m going to start blogging and posting everyday. Even if I have to do it in the bed after the boys go to sleep, like right now.

I have to get better at blogging. I have to get better at navigating this word press stuff. I need to dial in my voice and content. I do think my blog should be as random as I am.

I know that I can do great things. I know I can achieve my dreams, support my family, and live a long prosperous life.

For now, I may also sleep. Good night. Sweet dreams.

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