blissdom 10

Blissdom ’10 or How I Smiled for 5 Days

by Monica on February 10, 2010

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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