I feel like David did…
when he went up against Goliath with only a slingshot. Because right now I’m #5 (as I write this) on Top Mommy Blogs. I know, I know. My last several posts have been about them, but it’s important. I mean, since I started this blog 2 months ago, I’ve been stuck at #48. Forevah. It was quite irritating. All of the sudden, I’m playing with the big boys. I’m just a newbie blogger with under 100 followers. I still am trying to figure out what an RSS feed is. (Anyone?) I just learned how to Tweet – and it’s kinda like discovering Pringles. Once you pop (or tweet) you can’t stop.
I don’t know how long I’ll stay up there. I know the bloggers I am up against have hundreds of followers that are willing to click for them – among other things. And they really aren’t Goliath – none of them are 9 feet tall, wear lace up sandals and scream obscene things at small armies across a field. That I know of anyway.
But it’s a real honor to be there right now. It also makes me a little crazy – I worry about how it will feel if I wake up and I’m #1,345 instead. No offense to that blog. But now I know how famous people must feel. They wonder if one day they’ll just fall off everyone’s radar and it will be over. No one will remember them.
So what? – you might think. Who cares if you aren’t in the top 5, 10, 20? Well, because the more exposure this blog of mine gets, the better chance I have to make some money while doing what I love – and in turn stay home longer with Bella. I love to write. I always have. The thought of doing this and being able to make just enough to stay home with her – to not have to put her in daycare yet, and to try to balance work and home – makes me want to work as hard as I can on this. To do what I love, and to be rewarded for it in a way. That’s what it’s all about right now. I don’t want advertising for the goodies, or so I can have extra spending money – I simply want to write about my life, know I made a difference or that people enjoyed my posts, and to be good enough to help out monetarily in our home.
You know what though? If that never happens, if I drop to #1,345 and lose all my followers and no one remembers me, I’d still write. Everyday. I love it that much. Everytime you read a post, you get a little peek into my soul.