4 Years Ago
How long did I struggle with coming to terms of writing on here?
This has been a much different story on here than I imagined 4 years ago. I never thought I’d have documented almost losing our first home, watching Sam rejoin the military, a move to El Paso, or deciding to homeschool.
I’ve chronicled Bella’s life and her milestones, announced twins, an adoption, and another baby. This blog holds three of the start to finish lives of my sons. I’ve cried and grieved and railed against God. I’ve fallen in love with my husband all over again and again.
My blog has taken me all over the world. In 3 years I’ve been to New York twice, Delaware, San Diego, Nashville, Indianapolis, Dallas for conferences. I was sent on a Disney Cruise to Galveston TX, the Grand Caymans, Cozumel, and Costa Maya. Our homeschooling dreams were made a reality with a room just for Bella and I.
I’ve changed my name on here, stopped using different colored fonts (lololol), gotten my heart’s desire as a writer, and earn a livable income off my passion – something that I haven’t ever taken for granted in the nearly 2 years I’ve been doing this.
Lifelong friends – women who have stood by me, cried with me, been angry for me, and encouraged me – have come from here. Some who write me emails on a consistent basis just to let me know they are praying and holding my family in their thoughts.
This little space of the internet has brought some of my highest highs and lowest lows. Emails that ask if I want to go on a cruise send me into a whirlwind of excitement, but others have the power to make me want to quit. I’ve gained a much, much thicker skin than I ever thought I’d have at the start of this, when I watched some bloggers get raked over the coals for their thoughts.
It’s taken 4 years to do all of this. For those of you who have asked how to make money with your writing – give it time. Pour your heart into it. Love what you do. Write for others and ask for help. Remember that when you reach the goal in your mind, there is suddenly another one waiting around the corner. Define your own success so you aren’t constantly chasing the next thing.
There is always a next thing.
I don’t know what this year holds on here. But I can tell you now, you’ll know along with us. I have hopes and dreams for my work still, maybe even a book.
That seems so out of reach – so I wait for God’s timing on a yes or no.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for your support and love to us in a very hard two years. Thank you for never, ever letting me continue to feel like all I am is a woman who lost 3 sons. Thank you for being excited for me, for your tears and heartache, for the many ways you all have shown us and the world what it looks like to truly love your neighbor as yourself.
I’m honored to write with you reading. Thank you for making our life part of yours.