When my mom was alive she always talked about one day writing a book. She had life experience and she wanted to share it. I kind of feel connected to this goal of hers when I write.
If you know me at all you know that I'm type-A and very much want to be successful in whatever I put my effort and energy into. Lately I have been struggling with what success for this blog is.
Is success being open and honest about what is in my head and heart?
Is success sharing my mom with my family and friends?
Is success generating support for my efforts to erradicate breast cancer?
Is success growing an audience and becoming a recognized voice in the blogging community?
I have to admit, lately my mind keeps taking me to that last definition of success. I keep comparing myself to other female blogers I follow: @heirtoblair, @jennandtonica, @babyrabies, @momastery (all of these are wonderful writers who entertain and inspire me on a daily basis) to name just a few. I envy the volume of comments they get on each of their posts. The companies they partner with. The give aways they sponsor. Their wit. Their honesty. I envy their audience. I'm kind of sort of jealous that I didn't go to Blissdom or Blogher. I wonder if my words matter to anyone but me.
And then I wonder if I should care. Am I writing for recognition and to be liked or am I writing for me? I'm not sure I know the answer to that.
And then today, as I was having this very dialogue inside my head a tweet came across my twitter feed:
It's kind of exactly what I needed to