Awww...how sweet! You're back again! Hope you enjoy your visit with the Peapod Squad!
photo by the AMAZING secretagentmama
How do you describe an experience that leaves you downright giddy? And I’m not just talking about the goofy grin meeting the other love of my life put on my face. No, I’m talking about a rediscovery of why I started blogging in the first place.
Many folks in my “real world” have asked me why I blog. I’ve been called egocentric for assuming anyone cares about what I have to say. And, well, perhaps I am. But I also know that blogging has given me a community of other writers who get me. Women who tell their stories in a way that inspire me. Moms who talk about the challenges of parenting in a way that make me feel like I’m doing okay. Wives who open their hearts in a way that make me know my marriage is worthy of hard work. Christians who describe their faith in ways that deepen my own.
And so I write my own stories in the hope that my feeble words can do something for someone else. And I record our moments so that I can cherish them and learn from them for always.
I love writing. I mean I LOVE writing. I’ve been a journal keeper for as long as I can remember. There’s an inexplicable release I feel when I put words together…whether they are words that induce tears or words that inspire laughter or words that make no sense to anyone but me.
Even as a singer, I’m more drawn to songs for their texts than their melodies. This was the source of endless frustration for one particular voice teacher of mine. (‘Cause I’m REALLY stubborn.) And when choosing paint colors? I discovered something weird about myself 2 weeks ago when I was sifting through paint chips for the big decorating projects I’m undertaking in the kids’ rooms. I choose colors more by their names than by their hues. I know. Strange. But no matter how lovely “pale lime” may be…I’m going with “verdant meadows” or “lorelei” because the words are prettier.
So yeah…I learned a lot about writing at Blissdom. I re-evaluated my “voice.” I got some fresh ideas about graphic design and now have an itching to change my look. But the best part of Blissdom? Meeting some of the bloggers who have made huge impacts on me. It’s one thing to read another mom’s post about her struggles with infertility and depression and to feel a connection to the words on the screen. Hugging that woman’s neck, however, is like finding a long-lost sister. I found lots of sisters in Nashville.
And I already can’t wait for Blissdom ’11.
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I love you! I totally felt like I had found a long lost sister when I met you. Those *endless* hours we spent at the registration desk may have been long & tedious but they were also so much fun because we bonded and laughed and got frustrated and downright punchy together!
So can’t wait to see you again my friend! I don’t think we should wait til Blissdom ’11. We must find a way to get together again before that!
I LOVE YOU.
And I’m totally with you on the paint chips. My daughter’s room is Crocodile Smile.
I’m so glad you asked me to go! I had a wonderful time, too!
Alright, now I’m crying. I also feel like I found sisters there…you were one of my favorites! I’m so thankful for you!
Dude. So not cool to make a girl cry at work. I too found a long lost sista. I think we made need to start a paint chips anonymous group because I do the same thing. Glad to know I am not weird *snort* Ok, well maybe a little.
I loved meeting you. It is so amazing to meet someone and feel like you have known them forever. Thank you for sharing yourself here and at Blissdom-I can’t wait to see you again!
I so agree….learned so much and enjoyed meeting so many fabulous women. You included =)
I feel exactly the same way about words, right down to the song lyrics and paint colors.
ok… coming from the other angle… knowing you face time first can’t imagine loving you more… and when I read your posts, I hear your voice reading them to me in my mind’s ear… and see your cute face in my mind’s eye…
oh and you’re not alone on the paint colors. I actually have a friend whose job it was to choose color names for new fashion lines. I think that could be a job for you!