First thing...see that new button over there to the right? The one that is about your child talking? I am thrilled to announce a website/blog/resource by a wonderful woman all about speech and your child!
Secondly, I am in a funk. DEEEEEEEEEP funk. It's probably the weather, the being stuck in the house, the being stuck in the house with kids, the being stuck in the house with little kids with BIG attitudes. A couple of nights ago I was sitting in front of this screen waiting for bloggy inspiration.
Waiting. Waiting. Nothing.
I was signed into Tweetdeck watching fascinating conversations going on and had nothing to contribute.
Waiting. Waiting. Nothing.
I made a decision. I slammed the screen of the laptop down and screamed at the ceiling. "I QUIT! I quit this stupid blog. I quit stupid Twitter. I quit, I quit, I quit." I may or may not have even stomped my feet like a 2 year old and then consumed a bag of peanut M&Ms.
The whole next day I grumbled about the stupid blog. I turned off Twitter. Why should I blog? Who is really reading? What does it matter if I do or I don't? I'll never be the writer that so-and-so is with their 100 comments per post. I'll never get the super great job that so-and-so did with her writing even though I've been doing it so much longer. I. Am. Unimportant.
My voice was silenced.
Then my family came over for a while. I had recently written the post "We Not The Same" about my oldest daughter and some of the struggles that she had faced. It was a hard post to write but it was one that I was proud of. My brother-in-law came to me and hugged me for that post. Told me about how it made him cry because it reminded him of his brother that passed away last year that had the same struggles. It touched him. His words have stayed with me these past few days. His words are what prompted me to not delete the blog forever but start writing again.
This blogging thing is not as easy as you think. There are so many days where you feel like your voice isn't heard, your point not made and your passion is not understood. When I sit down to write, I do it to touch someone, to make them laugh, to have them reconsider a point in their life or to just not feel so alone. I got so caught up in the lack of comments that I didn't realize that I had done what I sat down to do. I touched one person. His hug, his words...that's why I write.
If you are a blogger, a reader or a lurker. Take the time today to find that one blogger whose words have stuck with you, a story that still makes you laugh or a time that their words helped you through a difficult time and TELL THEM. Let them know that their voice matters.
I won't quit again...I won't silence my voice.