Giving birth to an idea

I have felt an itch for over a year now. Something big is on the way. I felt the whispering to my soul. Be ready, it is coming.

Then I got pregnant. Surely this must be it. This must be that something big.

I tried to tell myself this was truth, but the itch didn’t go away.

In fact, it just got stronger.

I know what it is now. I know what I need to do, say, and write.

I am beginning to understand my place, my voice. A heart felt conversation with a soul sister, talking logistics with dear friends, the support of my husband…I know what I need to do.

After almost seven years in this space, I understand that change is good and necessary. I love creativity, long for the release it gives me. I have so many passions and thrive on learning about them, growing and encouraging others.

For now, I work behind the scenes. I will labor and build and create until it is ready.

And then, I will give birth.

 

*I know this is vague, but it is all I can share right now. I am just so excited I had to tell you all I am working on something new and exciting. When it is ready, you will all be the first to know!!!

 

 

Falling in love again

One of my favorite parts of BlissDom - hanging out with my baby boy

It seems to be a recurring theme at Blogging Conference tables – I’m going to step back. I am going to re-prioritize my time, I am going to be more present for my family and spend less time online.  At least this is how I often feel after conferences, and BlissDom was no different.

I had such a fabulous time. Seeing old friends, making new ones, and strengthening my resolve that this is what I love to do. But, just because this is what I love to do doesn’t mean that I can spend all my extra time on it.

I have been feeling like my writing has been really lacking lately. There is so much I want to say and I just can’t get it out. I want to fall in love with writing again and am trying. One of the sessions I went to was taught by Jeff Goins – how to fall in love with writing again – oh I needed this one. He advised to write everyday, practice. I don’t know why we don’t think to do this, we wouldn’t expect to do anything else well without practicing, why would this craft of writing be any different?

I came away from BlissDom with these goals

  • Write Everyday
  • Get up early to write – 5 am is my friend
  • Tell my story
  • Make myself and my hobbies a priority
  • Create my life plan

I am going to write dangerously, fiercely and create to fill my soul. I am going to feed my soul so I can in turn feed the souls of my little people who need so much.

There is so much more, but time is lacking and I just had to write and get this all out there today.

If you went to BlissDom, what did you come away with? What did you learn? What new goal did you set for yourself?

Also? Just Write.

The day my blog was gone

It was a very scary thing, my blog was just..GONE! Several months ago I made the switch from Blogger to WordPress.  I found a company who was reasonably priced and did the switch for me.

When going from Blogger to WordPress, there are several things to keep in mind – one of which is that your blog is self hosted. What this means is that you not only have to buy the domain name (prairiemama.com) but you have to pay a 3rd party to host your blog for you.

When I switched, the company I used paid for my hosting for 3 months. I knew this was what was going to happen, and I went on with my life. 3 months later I got an email from the company saying my hosting had expired and that I needed to find a new place to host, or change my billing information to continue with them.

When I went to log into my blog and try to figure out how to get my hosting, my site was gone. POOF! Disappeared. This company I had used gave me no prior warning this was going to happen and I was totally at a loss. Since this company was a reseller for GoDaddy, I had to figure out how to go through GoDaddy to get my account back up. It was giving me a headache and a stomachache and I really just wanted to write on my blog and I COULDN’T!

So, I did what any reasonable person would do in this situation. I frantically went to Twitter. I asked people to point me in the direction of great hosting and someone who could help me bring my blog back to life.

That is when I met Kelly of Twenty70 Hosting. She walked me through everything I needed to do. I checked out her site and saw that it was actually affordable and a great deal for what you get!

Right now Twenty70 Hosting has the i.am.blogger special (this is what I got!). It is only $5/month for hosting your site. Such a great deal!

    • Twenty70 is woman owned
    • Twenty70 specializes in WordPress hosting with servers optimized for WordPress
    • Twenty70 owns our own servers, we’re not a reseller.
    • Twenty70 has provided several full & partial conference sponsorships in the last 2 years

Kelly’s willingness to help me until my blog was up and running again, has made me a forever customer for Twenty70 Hosting.

If you are ready to make the switch, need a new hosting site, or are just fed up with big companies who don’t know you from Adam, take advantage of this special — it is worth every cent.

Le Sigh

I have lots of thoughts weighing on my mind.  Thoughts about public breastfeeding and the heat that it takes in the media.  Thoughts about comments (or lack thereof), thoughts about my children and how they will adjust to school life…many heavy, heavy thoughts.

I sat down to write about 1 or all of them, but the words aren’t coming out the way I want.  They are not flowing off my fingertips in the fashion I want.

So instead, I will share these pictures of my darlings.  These little people make everything else seem so unimportant and silly.
 

Who cares if I don’t get any comments on a post?  That isn’t what is important.  That doesn’t declare my worth.  How well I love, care for and raise these little people is what matters.

If You Can’t Say Something Nice…

*Hallmark winners are announced!! If you were one of the first 10 commenters on this post, please email me your info at kimborchert (at) gmail (dot) com.  And for the random giftie from me….#13 Mama Bee!!! Shoot me an email Kristal! And thanks for all your comments everyone! Get writing!

I have been blogging for 5 years.  I have been reading blogs for about 7 and an active part of online forums since I was in College 15 years ago (oh the chat rooms…those were good times).  People voice opinions, what they like/dislike, whatever is on their minds and other people either agree or disagree.  This is how life is offline and on.

Where the big difference between online and offline lies, is in the comments.  Haters are out there.  There are entire blogs dedicated to hating people.  Being online gives people a sense of security.  They can say things they think without repercussion.  They can post as “anonymous”, not leave an email address and be completely untrackable (except by their IP address, but if you’re anything like me, you wouldn’t know what to do with said IP address anyway!).  These folks can forget everything their Mama’s taught them about manners, doing unto others, and other such basic playground behaviors, and do and say whatever they want.

This is a behavior that has long bothered me.  I think of my blog as my home.  I am essentially inviting you into my living room.  Asking you to step over the Legos, ignore the cereal on the floor, dishes in the sink and spit up stains on my shirt.  I am opening my home to you and while I may not show every single aspect of what goes on in my home, I am authentic and real.

So, when someone comes into my home and attacks me or attacks my family, that hurts.  And it is something I don’t understand.

I have certain blogs I love to read because of the way life is portrayed, the photos, the words.  These blogs inspire me to be a better Wife, Mother and Woman.  SouleMama, NieNie, CJane, Angry Chicken, Becoming Sarah, Mommy Coddle, Adventures in Babywearing…the list goes on and on and on.

I know that their portrayal of life isn’t complete.  I know that the things they share aren’t everything that go on in their homes.  I know that they are human, make mistakes, cry, laugh, scream, lose their tempers, etc.  I know that things aren’t always perfect and sunny in their worlds.  I don’t need to have them tell me these things in order for them to be authentic.

I have read comments on blogs that made my heart break, my blood boil, and have caused me to wonder, “Where has common decency gone?”

I understand jealousy.  I have felt it.  I have wanted to have the things that others have.  I would love to have higher traffic on my blog, to have people wanting to meet me or buy a book I wrote.  I would love to be able to support my family with my passion.  And I admit, there have been times when I have read a blog where I thought, “Oh yeah, that is easy for you to say because of x,y, or z”.

But here is the difference between me and the haters.  I think these things and that is it.  I don’t write it.  I don’t go into someone elses home and show them disrespect.  If I find that I am continually being rubbed the wrong way by a blogger, I stop reading their blog.  I do not invest anymore time or energy into them, because it is not worth it.

Bloggers have become targets for hatred just like celebrities.  And, since we are more accessible, we are easier targets.  And “blog celebrities” take the brunt of it.  There are sites dedicated to bringing down bloggers.  I am not going to link to any of them because I don’t want to give them any extra traffic.  But the fact that there are entire sites full of people who are full of HATRED, just makes me sick.

I guess I just I don’t understand what the draw is to bring other people down just because their life seems better than yours in some way.  I don’t understand when and why it became socially acceptable to hide behind your computer to bring someone else down.

To me, it just seems so very childish and is very easily fixed.  If you don’t like the blog, don’t read it.  If you don’t agree with me, don’t like the way I write, don’t like how I parent or cook or take pictures or WHATEVER, don’t read it. 

For me, I guess I have taken the lessons I learned as a little girl very seriously.  If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.  Seems to me if we all listened to that advice, we would all be a lot happier.

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