Hello, Gentle Reader

I have been neglecting this space. Life got busy (when isn’t it though?) and I have not written much for several months. It’s a new year and I’m trying to strive for more balance in several areas of my life, as well as picking up and dusting off some areas that have been neglected, such as this blog.

I am going to try to be more intentional about posting here, even if it’s just a quick blurb or an encouraging word. I also want to get back to writing my Thankful Thursday posts, as I think that helps me keep a better perspective on life.

At any rate, if anyone is still out there, this is just to say hello. Here’s to writing more in 2016.

I offer a (hug) for your day.

Excerpt from an article I just read on idealists:

“You have more thoughts before 9 AM than most people have in a day.

Because your mind is the internal equivalent of the Civil War.”

Because your mind is the internal equivalent of the Civil War.

Man, what an apt description.

Shout Out to New Followers

This isn’t today’s post – that will come later. I just have had such an influx of new followers, I’m assuming largely due to NaBloPoMo, that I wanted to say hi to everyone and thank you for following, liking, and commenting. It is very much appreciated.

I have not had time to even visit a fraction of your blogs in return yet, but after this busy week is over, I hope to visit a few each day and follow back. Don’t give up on me! I will get to it eventually.

Have a lovely day! (Hug)

Attention NaBloPoMo Bloggers! Who would like a FREE PASS to BlogHer PRO ’14?

I am one of the lucky winners of a free pass to BlogHer Pro ’14 on December 3-4 in the Silicon Valley as part of BlogHer’s 2014 November NaBloPoMo sweepstakes!

Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend, so my free pass is up for grabs to the first person who can use it and would like to have it.

Shoot me an email at thiscaringheart@gmail.com with your name and your blog name. I will pass the information along to the BlogHer in charge of this and she will give you the information to use my pass.

I really hope one of my readers can use this. It sounds like a wonderful opportunity and I am sorry that I am unable to attend. Good luck!

Deep breath …

Inhales deeply.  Exhales slowly.

Hi there!  This is my first post, so I suppose it makes the most sense to start at the beginning.  “A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away …” – oh wait, sorry, that’s just how my brain derails.   Let me try again.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked to write.  She wrote many things when she was younger, short stories, poetry, random thoughts, deep thoughts.  She kept many notebooks and was always jotting things down.  Then life intervened, she married, got a job, became a mom, life became very busy, and between diaper bags and keyboards, she no longer had enough hands to carry her notebooks around with her.  They sort of got put on the shelf until she had time (ha!) to write.  And there they stayed for many years.

Then a few years ago, she became somewhat involved in social media.  She reached out to people and they reached back.  They told her they valued her words, her thoughts.  They told her how much she encouraged them, that she was a light in their world, that her words were a gift, that they liked her “voice,” and they asked her to keep writing.

She was first astonished that people wanted to hear what she had to say, and then she slowly began to realize that maybe she did have a voice and that maybe she should use it.

The biggest thing that both surprised and meant the world to her was when people told her how much her words had impacted them, how much her words had encouraged them.  She would sit and rack her brain trying to remember what on earth she had said that could possibly have affected them in such a way and she rarely could, but she was pleased that her words had helped in some small way.

The two things that stood out the most that people told her again and again were that she gave kindness and encouragement, and that the world sorely needed more of both.

Of course, that girl is me, and I have no idea why I wrote all that in the third person.  Woman? – I probably should have said woman about the here and now, because my girlhood was (*cough) a few years ago.  At any rate, I’m more of a first person kind of girl, talking directly to you (with you, not at you).  My best self-analysis is that as an introvert who is unsure what to put in a first post on a brand new blog, it was a little easier for me to speak in the third person to break the ice.

Now that we’re over that hump (awwwk-ward!), I’ll try to just be me, talking to you, hoping you’ll forgive how socially inept I can sometimes (often) be.  I hope what I lack in social ease I will make up for in honesty and openness.

I’m just a girl woman, standing in front of a – well, you, asking you to – wait, I can’t ask you to love me, we just met! – how about asking you to bear with me, give me a chance, read my stuff once in a while?

Let’s just go with that, shall we?

(Phew!  Wipes sweat from brow.  Hits publish with slightly trembling hand.)