Ah, a new year. I love a clean slate, don't you? There's something about opening up the calendar and seeing a blank page, a fresh start...365 new days full of possibility. It energizes and excites me and this year has proven no different.
Except that this year, I have two blank calendars on my desk. One is for personal use and one is for work.
It's a word I haven't used in a long, long time and I rather like the sound of it.
In March of 2013, I pushed that little orange publish button for the very first time. I needed a distraction, a hobby and I wanted to write. I thought that a blog would provide me with a creative outlet. I never imagined that anyone but my family (maybe) and a few of my friends (love them) would read my posts.
Boy. Was I wrong.
Almost three years in, my audience is a little bit larger than I thought it would be.
My articles have been published in several very large online and print publications, some have been nationally syndicated. In November, I became a home and garden contributor for a local paper. I have worked with brands and my craft/ DIY projects have been featured in The Huffington Post seven times. I have a designer page at All Free Holiday Crafts and All Free Christmas Crafts where my red hydrangea wreath ranked among their Top 100 Crafts of 2015. I was a designer for the Bowdabra blog and have worked with some really neat brands.
In 2013 writing was a hobby. Today, it has blossomed into something different and I rather like that.
It's been a wonderful ride and I have been having a ball....and it hasn't felt like work at all.
But of course, it is and this year, I am going to treat it that way. Work is my word for the year.
Maybe. But you see, for someone who left a fulfilling career almost eighteen years ago to raise children, the idea of work is fun. My college degrees have been gathering dust while I have spent my days volunteering, vacuuming.
Mmmm. My favorite.
I have absolutely loved every single second of every single day that I was blessedly able to stay home and raise my children. I played on the floor, was room rep for everybody, every single year. I have taught Sunday school, run PTA committees, chaperoned events, led beach camp activities, I was a Daisy Troop leader, made theater costumes, hosted marathon playdates and was the queen of the carpool, but after almost two decades, I am ready for something of my own.
I would like to focus on my stuff just a little bit more and by calling it work, everyone seems to give me the solitude and time I need to write...two things that are often hard to claim when you have been at everyone's beckon call for the last...um, well, all of their lives.
To me, work is shiny and new. It's full of possibilities that I have been relegating to the sidelines. This year, I would like to embrace each and every one of them that has popped up in my email or has been percolating in my brain.
Namely, I would like to:
Finish my book
Submit more pieces for print commercial publication
Expand my freelance writing client list
These are goals I have had for a long time, but since work hasn't been a priority and clean laundry has, you get the idea.
Of course writing more, means less time for pursuits other than a super clean home. Since I began blogging, I have generally posted about twice a week. That schedule just seemed right to me. It was an authentic reflection of what was going on in my home, the decorating, crafting, etc. Well, now, if I am going to be writing more, there may not be as much of that going on and posting just for posting's sake is really not my style.
So while I fully intend to craft and decorate and ponder, I may be doing less of it and therefore posting less often than twice a week.
Or maybe not.
I haven't really decided yet. I'm still figuring all of the logistics out, one brand new day at a time.
But that's ok.
The joy is in the journey.
And the work.
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