Bloggity Blog

I have to get something out in the open.  You may have noticed my excessive posting.  I decided a couple months ago that I wanted to try to earn money blogging, and I read somewhere that writing a post every day for 4 months was a good place to start.  So, I’ve pressured myself to accomplish this goal.  What I’ve found is that my posts have become more of a chore than a joy, and the writing hasn’t improved through the process.  Phew, I feel better just saying all that.

My new goal is to write 2 posts a week.  Some weeks I will do more, and some weeks I might do less.  I hope through this new goal that I can focus on making a more quality post and find a bit more joy in the process.

MIght I add a warm welcome to my new followers, too.  I will say that the increase in posts have brought about 20 new followers, which is incredibly exciting for me.  Thanks for showing interest in this little blog.  And stay tuned for a giveaway when I reach 100 followers!

Have a great rest of your week, and Happy Independence Day to my American readers.  

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Flashback: Free to Dance

Flashback posts are journal entries that I wrote in the past 4 years since moving to Australia.  I will post once a week and do a follow up reflection post the next day.  I hope you enjoy.  Also, don’t forget to follow me on twitter and pinterest.

June 30, 2011

I’m feeling the urge to write again, which is a wonderful event that I’ve been waiting on in the past couple of months.

Facebook had me turned off to the internet for awhile…someone took something I did way out of line and voila–facebook is stupid and tainted and I don’t want them reading about what I’m up to on my blog, etc. So, I’ve been hiding.

Sometimes hiding is a good thing.  We need to keep our distance and set up healthy boundaries with people in our lives that abuse us.  Throughout this whole process, I’ve prayed about what to do and how to handle this with dignity and grace.  God lead me to read through 1 and 2 Samuel, and when I did, He kept showing me something: When Saul attacked David, David ran.  He didn’t sit around and wonder what Saul was going to do next or blame himself for the attack.  He ran.  He hid.  He protected himself.

I’m not saying that every time someone hurts you, this should be the reaction.  I am saying, however, that in situations of abuse, the best thing to do is run.  Abusive situations, even emotional abuse, are evil.  They are not for your good, and God does not expect us to sit around wondering what the abuser is going to say or do next.  So, I ran.  And I hid. 

I won’t be hiding on the internet anymore.  I come with a new confidence in the fact that I am a grown woman standing on my own two feet with a husband who loves me and my own family unit now.  I come with the confidence in knowing that it is my job to protect my family unit, and I come knowing that just because someone says that something is my fault or that I did something wrong doesn’t mean that I did.  I come knowing that I have the right to set boundaries and expect those boundaries to be respected.

I’m in self-discovery mode.  This experience has made me realise a few things about the people in my life and what they were to me growing up.  I have started re-reading my journals again with this new perspective.  I see what I was like as a child and what the people around me were telling me about who I was.  I grew up feeling ashamed of who I was, what I liked, what I wanted to do and be and accomplish.  I grew up blaming myself if someone hurt me.  I grew up feeling ugly, weird, ashamed.  My whole life, I have let people treat me that way. 

All I have left to say is, praise God for being my Father throughout my life and showing me that they were wrong.  I have nothing to be ashamed of.  It’s okay for me to like the color pink.  It’s okay for me to wear my hair in pigtails, no matter what age I am.  I don’t have to brush my hair 100’s of times before I go to bed just to make it look good.  I can enjoy eating healthy and singing in the shower and cross stitching.  I am allowed, and I’m not stupid for enjoying these things. 

You’re Free to Dance
Forget about your two left feet
Free to sing
Even joyful noise is music to Me
Free to love
For I’ve give you My love and it’s made you free.
I have set you free.

Friday Faves

You know those posts on facebook that end up spamming your feed?  And the fact that most of the time they come from the same people?  Well this one is worth reading, I promise (and the person who shared it isn’t a spamming type, so I was willing to read…and I”m glad I did).  Parents, do you think before you post?

I’ve been reading through Epbot archives, and stumbled across this video on being creative.  I LOVE what he says, and it’s inspired me to think about what creative outlet I can focus on in this time in my life.  And blogging just makes sense.

“If you want to be a writer, and you’re not writing, you’d better ask yourself why.”  

So, I’m going to write.  I also love what he says about the fact that if you are reading someone’s work or enjoying their work, it’s okay if their style rubs off on you some.

“You organically have your own style that’s going to come out when you copy other people.”

I have always thought it wasn’t okay to copy others and have struggled to write because I feel like it should be so different from everyone else’s.  So, I criticise myself when I realise I’ve adopted another’s style and then stop writing altogether.  I love this video, because it has helped me to ease up on myself a bit.  I want to watch it every day (and maybe I will).

“If you wanna write, write.”

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Now onto more hilarious things…as I perused my pinterest this week, I was reminded of how ridiculous some of the ideas are when you try to reenact them.  In fact, someone did a whole post on it, and you can read about it here (you won’t be sorry).

I’m sorry to say that in two weeks, that is all I’ve been up to on the web.  Cody is starting to teeth, so my time has been taken up with trying to get him to nap, comforting him when he’s crying, and cleaning up a lot of throw up.  I do believe the amber bracelet is helping, and he loves chewing on the silicone necklace I bought, so I will chalk those purchases up as a success.

I have so much more I want to write about, friends, and I will as soon as I find the time.  Thanks for your patience.