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weird and wonderful

There’s no surprise that there’s weird stuff on the internet. And I’m not the sort of person to seek it out at all.

But I stumbled on a couple of fun oddities and beauties when I was wandering around (where else? ) Pinterest.

booby tent

How can you not love the conspicuous and outright pragmatic booby tent.

Then there was the page entirely devoted to head vases.

lady head vase

These are pretty cool when you have plants shooting out of their heads.

Remember the post where I fell in love with the page devoted to paper dresses ?

all newspaper

I also know a certain famous blogger who has a page devoted to roller skatingc420b4004cbfd737ffe86e6e02d43695

Then I just really liked this ad for Meyers radish scented soap?

meyers radish scent

Why in the world would anyone…?

And then there was this beautiful photo of succulents which I, as well as zillions of other people, am stricken by now.

birdcage succulent

You have a hard time killing them and they’re plump and pretty. Just like a little baby I know.

plump and pretty

Oh I could go on but I have sufficiently amused myself now.

Have a lovely Memorial Day weekend Everyone!

Love,

Shalagh

 

Jimmy Crack Corn and I Don’t Care

My problem is that I never liked a popularity contest. I wasn’t popular nor did I care to be. I find it hard to care whether anyone “likes” me. Jimmy Crack Corn. I’m stubborn and figure, either you like me and you get me or you don’t. And this little attitude would be fine if the social media was about just being in touch friends and acquaintances.

But this attitude is not amassing me likes on my Shalavee Facebook page or upping my analytics or getting me more readership. Yet the social media statistics legitimize your on line existence. Surely the social media mavens would cluck their tongues at my flippant attitude. I want to believe that my authentic voice and my honest content should matter more than my SEO.

My fellow blogger / bloggess Sandra at Rainforest Cottage, wrote a post here on The Pursuit of Like. Her priority is the creativity. I suddenly felt humbled. Getting caught up in numbers takes you away from the reason to blog in the first place.

She commented ,“It’s not the pursuit of “likes” that’s a problem but rather the blurring of objectives as a creative who also blogs. The strategies needed to improve your art-making can be at cross purposes with growing your blog audience. If you do end up blurring the two, suddenly your art-making becomes more about recognition by others rather than about your own creative objectives.”

She’s translated this equation in terms of creativity. Because this blogging endeavor really is about inspiring a platform for creativity. The opposite of the divine spirit of creativity is the screaming internal three-year old wanting to be paid attention to. And I get the feeling that is what the society has morphed into online. Like me, friend me, and pay attention to me NOW.

My journey then is to find and feel some sort of entitlement around asking for your support without feeling like a beggar or a bossy three year old. There’s a way. And it stems from what my readers value and get the most from. The puzzle is :
What am I to my readership? vs.
What I think you want me to be? vs.
What I think I should be?
Opinions, if kind, are most welcome.
And I may have to do a survey, Ackk.

Life is Organic

 

 

As I began this pregnancy, I recognized a future coming in which my new baby and my blog would be sharing my attention. And I contemplated what that would mean this time around.

Nearly 8 years ago, I was a  first time Mom and I was freaked out, sure my personal identity would be swallowed by my new role as mother.Instead, I became a hybrid, a better me for the thresholds I had to step up to. I created this blog on a dare to myself. Conceiving this second child was also a daring trapeze act for which I am mighty grateful. And now the balancing act of the two starts.

I have a friend who wisely once said, life is organic. Life flows without a care of being controlled. Priorities get shuffled together with actualities and there’s no real rhyme or plan. Just what you have in your head or your stead at the end of the day.

In the same week as I had my baby, I got my business cards delivered. I was happy for the simultaneous receipt. I’m proud of how beautiful both of my creative endeavors are.

My blog reflects my talents and my future. And this baby reflects my love and hope of family.  Both are important to me. And so I will shuffle them together and watch them grow side by side at their own rate like step-sisters.

I can’t hurry their growth. Only nurture them and watch them grow up. One will leave me and one will remain. But both will make me a better person as their coexistence gifts me pride.

Weblog-land’s wild ride

First published on March 19th of 2012, this post retells the story of why I’m blogging. Starting over again with a baby and the blog, it bears repeating why we are compelled to do anything to do.

Did you know that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing here in weblog-land? I started kinda sideways and I then fooled myself into continuing. Now I barrel on because I wholeheartedly believe in the “fake it till you make it” maneuver. The alternate, “never do anything because you’re scared you’ll do it all wrong and be seen as a fool” method never worked out well for me. What’s the “it” I’m faking and making? Here’s the real story.

I decided writing was something I wanted to do. Had to do. Couldn’t not do. So I pursued it by publishing online at Divine Caroline, a free and easy writing site. I also asked fellow working writers why and how they did what they did. One became a friend and insisted my style was “blogger”. I then needed to make it official and make money and not have others making money off me on their sites. OK.

“What do you like to talk about or do?” she asked.

I said, “Well I like to garden and cook”.

“So write about that on your blog.”

“But I like to ponder and talk about my kid and designing my house.”

“Well then write about that”, she said.

“But really I just like to write.”

Apparently, people have specific subjects they write about in blogs. I felt lost before I started. I was niche-less. I knew she was right. And I wanted to be liked.

I spent months over-thinking this endeavor as I beat the why and wherefore bushes for answers. I knew I had a talent but I couldn’t see it clearly. I was unclear about who my audience was. And then my friend disappeared. I had looked forward to a mentor. Now I was a single parent to a blog.  Unknown technological factors terrified me. Anything computery  made me nauseous. This was Mt. Everest for me.

And then a couple life happenings led me to a new less fear-based  perspective. Of all the things, joining Facebook gave me an amazing perspective of myself. So many people, who knew and remembered me from my past, wanted to “friend” me. Maybe they were curious about my life now or they still hated me for that thing I did back then.  No matter, my existence had been acknowledged.

The second event involved a particularly earth-shaking discussion that blew up my perception of who I thought I was. After I got over my anger, I realized this was an opportunity to redefine myself. No longer allowed to choose dysfunction, function was becoming my default option.

I rediscovered that the writer in me is funny. She likes to laugh a lot and wants everyone to join in. And the positivity is constant. My niche is the positively funny. And my tagline,”A Humorous and Unabashed View of the Mundane.” was born. And, as I read an article on SEO optimization, I was reminded there are still humans behind the machines. The article’s author said no amount of headlines crammed with key words is going to help you if your voice isn’t sincere. Your tone and content must reflect and fulfill your audience’s needs. Or they just won’t return.

On her OWN network, Oprah restates what every great teacher has said all along, “Be yourself”. There’s no doubt that this is the person people enjoy hearing from. They’ll tolerate the puppet person and admire the true you.. Jack Black is unmistakably himself. And successful. Martha Stewart began her empire by being her control freaky self. The opinions and tastes of a real person are what people want to follow and emulate. Not the same as watch in horror and say thank God that’s not me. You can smell a fake across the internet. I am OK and relieved to just be me.

Bigger still, I dare to make comments on other people’s sites. Every comment I make online needn’t be a Nobel Prize winner. Although I have no trouble talking to strangers, before now, I wouldn’t just randomly “friend” unknown people on Facebook. Now, I am feeling a little more daring. Because I am beginning to trust that the person they see isn’t too different from the person I’m kinda liking being. And although I am not lazy, I am also not so crazy. It takes a lot less effort to just enjoy who and where I am now. Positively, this is where and who I want to be.

Ms. Bumble’s “Message in A Blog”

I am so very impressed by my friend Amy at The Bumble Files this evening, I am inspired to repost her post found here.

She expresses the power and purpose of blogging. And the containment and bleed of our personal selves.

And my girl can write.

Message in a Blog

Some blogs have messages for the masses, which are embraced, shared, and circulated.

Campaigns for cancer awareness, mental health, and peace come to mind.

Who doesn’t want to be swept up in positive momentum of doing something worthwhile?

Other messages are like cries in the dark, like the suicide note I intercepted. Yes, this did happen to me.

Unfortunately, there is not a happy ending to this story. In this case, the virtual realm met reality

with tragic results. However, the saga continues. One courageous individual, perhaps, has met his destiny

and offers hope and a new life for the two children left behind. This story deserves its own post.

In other cases, we as bloggers may want our messages to stay in our blogs. They may live in the hearts

and minds of those who read them, but may not overlap with your functioning, daily life or involve

further discussion past the comments section of your blog . You may, incidentally, mention a post to

a loved one or a friend, who probably doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about.

A few of my family members read my blog and occasionally I will have a friend say, “Oh, I read your blog.”

Or, he or she might say, “I love your blog.” I love it when I hear that. For the most part, however,

I feel that my blog is insulated in the WordPress environment, so while it is public, there’s this feeling

of containment, and no intersection with my actual life.

I have come to adore my community of bloggers and, to some extent, may even write knowing you

are my audience, hoping you’ll stop by once again. I do not take your visits for granted. I feel assured

that if you’re reading my blog it is because it is a choice. You want to be here to listen.

As bloggers, listening is one thing we do well. If we want to share a memory, story, or a song, we can

put that in our blog. A problem, a confession, a revelation, why not put that in our blog? Happiness,

successes, insecurities, and failures, all of it, you can leave it for your blog. As readers, we’re here,

we’re ready, we accept.

If you’ll bear with me, I have a message I want to leave in my blog today. About a month ago, my mom

mentioned to me that she was printing hard copies of my blog, nothing I would ever consider doing.

Bless her! She had left my printed blog, quite a sizeable stack now, on her countertop before leaving

for errands.

My brother happened to be there and asked, “What’s that?”

“It’s Amy’s blog.”

So, when my mom left on errands, he started reading my blog, and when she returned he was still

reading my blog. He never knew I had such a thing.

“I can’t put it down,” he told her.

This touched me immeasurably. When I heard this, I was positively glowing inside, and felt acceptance,

and maybe a possibility to reconnect. Our family gatherings with so many people are often too chaotic

for deep conversation. I’m sure in some family situations where you see your family once or twice a year,

you may have a that period of familiarizing yourself with their lives.

Lately, with my brother, we all know it’s not going well. We don’t need to ask, “How are things really?”

I have always wanted to take a walk around the block with him to ask, “How we can we make it better?

How can we fix things?”

So, I hope he reads this, and that soon we take that walk. I’m here to listen.

P.S. I’m available to write your book. Count me in.

photo credit: Tom Gill. via photopin cc

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