My blogging friend Mary gave me this award and I am so honored that she feels I have substance. I think that is something I have always strived for....to be a woman of substance. I got my first diary when I was in first grade. A little boy in my class gave it to me as a Christmas present. I wrote my deepest thoughts down in it...you can imagine how deep a 6 year olds thought are....pretty silly to be honest. I wish I knew where that diary was now. For real I have been journaling since my brother died. Sometimes it was just thoughts, sometimes it was poetry, other times it was raw emotion. My parents took me to a shrink because of the trauma I experienced with his death. The shrink said I had PTSS(Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome). He went on to say that is was something usually associated with veterans of wars who had seen men die in combat. I had seen my brother die and that was close enough. His perscription for me was to begin journalling. I did and have never stopped. It was a great day when I attended a technology conference for school in Birmingham and discovered the world of blogging. I had to admit that I wasn't sure I'd have anything to say,worth reading, or if anyone would ever read me...much less follow me. But I truly was okay with no one following me: I was doing this for me. My parents were living with me and I was dealing with a lot of old wounds that had resurfaced from my childhood. Don't get me wrong...I love(d) my parents...but my mom and I had some issues that have never been ironed out. The blog was for my sanity. Today, I have 43 followers. I have more readers than that...but some of them do not have google accounts...they just read me daily. When my dad died in October I took a brief sabatical from blogging. I just did not have it in me....and then one day I got an email from someone in Ohio that reads me daily...she asked if I was going to start blogging again and told me how much it meant to her to follow my posts....her mother was dying of lung cancer...and her dad had dementia....just the reverse of my story....I suffered from low self-esteem as a kid...heck...I had it even as an adult. When you are a Type B personality...and everyone (except for your father) is a Mega A personality...you can see why. So...when I started blogging I never knew that what I had to say...might actually help someone else. I still find it amazing when people tell me how much something I said helped them.As part of the acceptance of the award, I have to sum up my blogging philosophy, motivation, and experience in five words. Those five words are:
FaithMy faith, my friends, and my family are a huge part of making me....well me. I love sharing my faith, my life tales, and love stories with anyone who will sit still long enough to read me. I feel like...if one person can glean even the smallest nugget from what I have written and it helps them along their way....then I have a purpose.
Now for the big "pass on". I have a few special blogs that I read religiously every single day....these are the ones I would say have substance. They are blogs by people who have overcome, who are dealing with at the moment...or who are searching for something. My blogs with substance are: