A writer, I am not, but I will accept blogger. A person who logs the events of our family on the web. Events like my two sweethearts having their morning cereal...
... it is these everyday moments that I love the most. The ones that show our true lives. And if a picture is worth a thousand words I would dare to say I could give you a thousand or so about this one simple picture of two girls and their breakfast. There is a story for every pixel. Like the story about why Lexi's finger is blue. Or why she is still in her jammies and Callie is dressed with her hair combed. I could tell about the curtains in the background and why they are always a mess. How Callie came to get the orange bowl and why they are eating at the counter and not the table. There is a story in every moment of our lives.
|New shoes. She said they were magic like the skates in The Magic Hockey Skates book. And they are fast too!|
Some days the words come easy. A steady click, click, click on the keyboard. I know what I want to say, I am inspired, I am confident. I am feeling the emotions and putting them out there. Making my mark. Blogging our memories.
But there are times when I sit to write and I'm not feeling it. Whatever it is. Words aren't stringing themselves together. Or the moment I wanted to write about has passed or the post that I really wanted to rock gets cut short because it got too late and I needed sleep. And it is at these times I remind myself of why I blog. And I have thought a lot about why I blog our life stories over this past year because I started for one reason and when that reason came to an end I continued for other reasons.
I enjoy it.
It makes me happy.
It causes me to take my time and reflect on the small things.
The everyday things.
And it's place to celebrate.
The tiny achievements.
And the big things too.
On those days when my writing feels forced I remind myself that everything does not have to be a masterpiece. That no one is marking me or grading me. And I look at my list of 10 followers... my family and friends, and I feel supported and encouragement. And I know they will be happy with anything I write because they are all in my corner.
I have to give a shout out to my humble followers... Christine my loyal commenter and Megan my only follower I have never met who stumbled upon my blog and often stops by with kind words. Shaun, who always calls me with her comments, Jon who sends me a text that says, "great blog today, babe". And the others who email, text, or facebook me your thoughts because you can't figure out how to comment on blogger or you don't want to create an account! It doesn't take much to keep me motivated to write about my two lead characters.
A year ago, on a random January day, I sat at my computer in the same spot I am sitting in now and I was prompted to enter a title for this blog. What was this space going to be? What was I going to say? How long am I going to do this? Will I be committed? Who will read this? How will I be judged?
What shall I call it?
From The Heart come from my strong belief that if you speak your truth, honestly, from the deepest part of your heart and soul, the answers to all those questions won't matter. I will keep writing our story until...