Posts Tagged ‘Tongue In Cheek’

Let me say this right from the start: I very much dislike what the word community has become.  It’s too touchy-feely for the hermit I am and I rarely find the need to belong to a “community.”  Alternately, I’m a social creature simply due to the nature of my species, so there’s a tiny bit of me that likes and needs to belong to something.

When I started blogging I discovered it was quite satisfying to belong to the many (millions?) people who take to the page and write, despite the fact that I’m unknown and invisible to most of them.  But there are those fabulous people, many whom are bloggers, who actually read my blog, and many magnificent writers and photographers whose blogs I follow.  There’s a connection there and it feels good.  So what can I call this instead of the blogging “community?”

Because the word community rubs me the wrong way I took to my trusty Thesaurus to find a synonym, a word I could use that didn’t make me feel like I was a blind follower or someone less than completely independent physically, mentally, and psychologically.  I am independent in all of those areas, because in case you didn’t know, I’m totally awesome.

I liked the word confederation, but that sounds too Civil War-y.  Then there was clique, but that was just way too uppity.  How about affiliation?  I belong to the blogging affiliation?  That doesn’t sound right.  I decided on collective.  I am a member of the blogging collective.  Yes, that sounds right.

Where am I going with all of this verbiage?  I’ve been nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award by the author of La Audacia de Aquiles, an excellent member of the blogging collective.  It’s a very sparkly award and I accept it with great humility.  It’s these moments I’m happy to be a part of something (a collective) and to be recognized.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.  And being part of the blogging collective I’m paying it forward to some bloggy friends of mine, as well as some people whose blogs I read even though they don’t even know I exist.  Because they all deserve it.  Check them out and let me know what you think.  And let them know what you think.

Miniscule Moments of Inspiration
Cindy Ricksgers
Lorna’s Voice
Uncle Spike’s Adventures
She Walks Softly
Drinking Tips for Teens
Tongue In Cheek
Butterfly Mind
15 Minute Lunch

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More and more I am embracing the sentiment “you can’t have it all.”  Because it’s true, you can’t.  You can’t have it all and you can’t be it all.  And when I say you I mean me.

I’ve been spoiled with time and freedom in my life.  I don’t have a multitude of obligations, I don’t have kids, I have a day job that requires no more than forty hours a week, and I have a husband who is fine with my doing pretty much whatever I want, provided I afford him that same luxury.  When I started Auntie B’s Wax I was free to spend as much or as little time with it as I wanted.

Then came my fascination with blogs.  I was reading The Pioneer Woman before she was famous.  I’m so thrilled with Jenny and her newly published book I want to take her out for a celebratory drink even though I’ve never met the woman.  Donna and her funky junk makes me want to live a completely different lifestyle, as does Corey in France.  The more I grew my business and the more I read blogs the more I realized I must be doing something wrong.

How do they do it?  Those bloggy women are running their businesses, they’re raising families, they present a blog post every day and they all appear to be clean and well-groomed individuals.  (It’s no accident I don’t post my picture on this blog.)

Here’s the thing.  If I hit the homekeeping chores in a way that satisfies me the business suffers.  If I concentrate on the business (which includes keeping my Etsy shop up to date, getting inventory ready for live shows, keeping consignment stores stocked, doing the paperwork, and actually making things to sell), as well as putting out a blog post every day, my house turns into a nasty abode unfit for any creature, human or not.

I don’t have a point with all of this, really.  I’ve just stopped by to say, hello, but I must be going now.  Off to dust off the credenza.  Off to unmold the candles.  Off to make a meal of comfort food.  Off to bead some drink charms.  Even though I know it will never happen, I want to be one of those women who can do it all.  Or at least appear so from your computer screen.

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