I haven’t been a very good blogger lately for a number of reasons which I suppose I can, hopefully, be forgiven for. Firstly at 33 weeks pregnant… or is it 34? I’ve lost count!.. I’m exhausted and am finding it very difficult to stay up past 10pm most nights. Hell, 10pm! I’m doing quite well there. Secondly, I’m tired of complaining, so I imagine you’re tired of listening to me complain. Considering all I could think to write about was once again my hatred of pregnancy, I’ve refrained from writing a blog post until now. Thirdly, I was on doctors orders to relax more and give the blog a back seat, so blogging once a week has pretty much been my limit. I had intended on taking a break from writing completely this week and leave you all wondering where I was until B sent me an email that triggered a ton of emotions.
I’ve only recently noticed how much of a wuss I’ve become but I’ll be honest, I can actually trace my new fondness of wussiness back to that ever changing moment in my life. Yes, that moment. The moment a human being sprouted from my body and I became Momma Bear. I know this blog has its roots in becoming the new me through parenting but sheesh I didn’t think losing my nerve was one of those ‘new me’s.
It’s almost the end of January and I’ve been thinking about my New Year’s Resolution. Calling it a resolution and telling everyone about it, was my way of kicking myself in the rear end to get a move on and fulfill this dream that has lingered around me for almost a decade. Do it. Write it. Get to a stage where you can tell everyone you have a finished manuscript rather than the cute, normal line of I have two half written novels. Aren’t I adorable? Who hasn’t heard that one before? I think we all have a couple of half written novels somewhere, either sitting in a drawer (under the bed in my case), flung onto a hard drive that may or may not work these days or floating above the clouds in your head. I’ve longed to have my novel written and this is the year I’ve told myself I’m going to do. Nuff said! It’s happening! Boom! Make it so! Where does it sit now, you may ask. Has my word count doubled? Have my characters become my best friends or my worst nightmares? Have I done anything?
I have spoken before about my hope that I won’t pass on my insecurities to my daughter. I have realised that everything I do in life is for her. She deserves the best. She deserves to have a strong mother who will guide her and teach her to be a proud and strong woman. Last week, I attended the Women’s Inspire Networking Event in City North Hotel, Dublin, and witnessed a room of 250 strong and powerful women who are creating a path for themselves. A path they have longed for, dreamed about, and are adament that those dreams will come true. I felt the energy in the room and admittedly I soaked it up, revelling in the desire to be more, to be powerful and to be successful. However, there is one thing that is holding me back. One important thing, which I hope my daughter will have in abundance when she is carving her own path as an adult, Confidence.
Quite a surprising thing happened to me on Tuesday in the early afternoon. An email zipped into my inbox from the organisers of the Realex Web Awards, dropping the bombshell that I was a finalist in the awards. I have to say, I wasn’t expecting this in the slightest and thought that my days of attending award ceremonies were over and done with for this year. But nope, not just yet. The Littlewoods Ireland Blog Awards, two weeks ago, was great fun. I anticipated it with excitement and, I’ll admit, slight anxiety since it was my first Blogger event and as a finalist no less. Papa Bear came along with me and we made a night of it, booking a hotel, revelling in the incredible acrobatics of the Circus and picking little miss up at 11am the next morning. This time, I wasn’t following the announcements for the Realex Web Awards and missed that I was a finalist. The Awards were thrown on me a day before the Ceremony. Yep, a day before! The event was last night, in Dublin’s Liberty Hall Theatre. Since it was all very last minute, juggling work, babysitters and life in general, I pretty much figured it was out of the question for me to attend. I had almost resigned myself to missing the night until Papa Bear encouraged me to go if I could get a date. A date? But of course, there was only one person to ask. I was absolutely delighted that my Mum was happy to be my arm candy for the night.
I am so excited to announce that I am a finalist in the Littlewoods Ireland Blog Awards 2016. I made the finals of the Best Blog Post Category and I am over the moon. This category was 100% by public vote so I owe each and every one of you who voted for me a massive Thank You! I was overwhelmed by the response to my begging for votes. So many of you supported me by clicking that Vote Now Button.
It’s my three month blog anniversary! Yep, you’ve had notifications of new posts pinging into your email for three months. This is a big deal in the blogosphere. They say getting over the three month mark is monumental as a lot of bloggers give up after this short time. Blogging is intense and all consuming. It’s not as easy as writing something and throwing it up on the internet, well, it can be for some. For me, I want my website to look good, appealing and enticing. I want you to stay and read from page to page, not just single posts. I want to relate to you and share my experiences with you no matter how hard it may be for me to open up and be honest, sometimes brutally so. I’m hoping, that as you read my posts from day to day, that you’re nodding along and saying, “yes, she gets it, that’s how I feel.” I’m hoping that something I say strikes you and resonates with you. I hope it sparks a conversation with your friends and family. Sharing this intense journey of how parenthood has changed me has been amazing. It’s helped me understand who I am as a mother and a person. It’s helped me find myself in this journey that swallows you up like quick sand. There is a person behind this blog and I want you to know her and know that what she writes is from the heart. I want you to know that I write for you as well as for myself.
Awards you say? Why, yes, please! Do you remember when, in a mad flurry, I scribbled a post about how my young blog was longlisted for the LWI Blog Awards last month? Well, this young and fresh blog has managed to zoom on forward and has been shortlisted for said awards. In two categories no less! This little old blog author is leaning on a pole on cloud nine trying to look cool but clearly can’t keep her feet on the ground! I need your votes to help me swing it to the finalist stage! Oh pretty please, I know you want to vote for me!
A year ago, a former Google Executive, Ellen Petry Leanse, wrote a piece on LinkedIn advising women to avoid using the word “just.” When I read Leanse’ article, I admit I initially felt a tinge of feminism wash over me. The words Woman and Permission and Passive jumped out from the screen with a hand ready for a slap and I instantly took offence. I am by no means a feminist, but I will advocate for women’s rights if it is something I believe strongly in – Repeal the 8th – and stand up for my beliefs as regards to women in society. It’s not something you can run away from being a woman and a mother raising a strong and determined daughter. Leanse’ opinion on women’s overuse of such a simple word started to make sense to me the more I looked at how often I actually included it in my daily life. I’m just saying…
Whoop! I’ve made the longlist for the LWI Blog Awards! Oh, the excitement, the thrill, the sudden anxiety to get my blog up to scratch! The email popped into my inbox on Wednesday evening. The day after my birthday. What an awesome and timely present! I’ve made the longlist for:
The excitement of course was short lived and I was barely able to register what this meant for me and my little blog.