[su_heading size=”18″]Experiencing the Turbulence of Blogging[/su_heading]
You know that feeling when you’re on that small aircraft heading to a remote destination resort and the pilot announces that it’s going to be a turbulent ride? You wait with dreaded anticipation until the plane takes that dip that launches your stomach into your eyeballs and your kids look to you for comfort as you blindly search for the barf bag while sardonically thinking, “At least that’s the last dip I’m ever going to take.”
That was what it was like for me last week, turbulent. I was fed up and exhausted with trying to make everybody happy through my blog and my patience was growing thin. “I’m done,” I told Baddy. “Everybody wants a piece of me for free and nobody really cares that I’m working 24/7 without any compensation. It’s moving too slowly and it’s taking me away from you and the boys…blah, blah, blah, wah, wah, wah etc….”
“You’re just going through one of your pre-menstrual humps,” he responded. That made me feel a whole lot better. “Tomorrow you’ll be feeling like you’re owning the world again. Get through it. Things like this take time.”
In the midst of it all, I took Feisty-One to have some allergy testing done. It was time to finally get aggressive with his sinus congestion. We left the doctor’s office with weekly allergy shots lined up for the future and we started the new regime of pumping him up to get rid of his congestion. Looking into the mirror together as he inhaled Nasonex, QVar, Nielmed and the thickest most disgusting $250 antibiotic I have ever seen, I looked at his pale complexion and his black rings under his eyes. Sounding all stuffy, like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, he asked, “Ya know mommy, I never feel zippy. Is this going to make me better?” and I crumbled. I do hate to give medicine unless absolutely necessary, but why did I take so long for me to take care of him? Was it because I’ve been so tied up with this blog?
Realizing that the expensive antibiotic was not working for him, I went back to the pharmacy to get a $4 bottle of Amoxycyllin instead. As we stood there in the long line with all the other sniffling, miserable people, “Big Air Brev” began to spin 360’s in his AVSC jacket, coming close to knocking the line down. That’s what I love about my kids, as rambunctious and annoying as they can be to others, they have no room for boredom in their lives, and neither do I, and I welcome their ability to turn everything into a game.
As for the blog, I have been too busy trying to increase my exposure and I miss just writing. Perhaps, if I didn’t focus on monetizing and being successful than I could continue to enjoy my passion with free license.
So before I get picked up by other corporations wanting my blog feed, I’m going to ask you to bear with me this week and indulge me a bit, for I feel like writing what I want to write, possibly daily, and I would love for you to react, respond and relate.
Are you with me?