Showing posts with label working mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label working mom. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Share the Love: Melting Pot


Some days I feel days I feel like logging off and going dark for entire weekends and days at a time.

I suppose that’s what happens when one morphs something that was pleasure into business, answering questions about how to create a Facebook page and whether Facebook advertising is a worthwhile endeavor instead of just simply connecting and encouraging via all the social media platforms I’ve come to embrace.

I remember having this same sort of existential crisis about blogging when people first started offering to pay me to write; if I were to make writing on my blog a job, would that make the passion part fizzle and fade? 

Could I be true to my art and still be compensated for a skill I’ve been graciously given and have proceeded to hone since I first picked up a pencil and began penning stories in second grade?

Eventually I found my groove and decided how best to write with abandon from the heart and still accept compensation for my skill and time, but not without a whole lot of mulling and chewing and spitting out that which was bitter or didn’t match the flavors I’d spent so long cultivating.

Because, sort of like with coffee beans, you don’t want to ruin the blend you’ve been working so hard to create.

I think this is likely the same as with merging the pleasure side of social media with that of the business end. Sometimes the perfect cup of coffee doesn’t just happen. Sometimes it takes a while to blend the two together, a stirring of two really good things – like cream into coffee requires measure. And lots and lots of tasting.

All that tasting often takes remembering that when combined well, the two complement each other quite beautifully. 

And perhaps make the brew all the better.

This post was inspired by MeetSoci. I was compensated for my time, but as always, my ramblings are completely my own. 


Friday, November 16, 2012

Five-Minute Friday: Stay

Some days I want to lay it all down

gently 

and quietly walk away. 

Return to the open spaces we once swam freely

among the sea of so many hours in the day

I had the luxury of wishing away 

the last few in the afternoon. 

Those days long passed

those long hours

used to scream at me

to do something significant

as I washed walls and windows and sticky fingers --

to be someone more than 

the stay-at-home mom, long-order cook 

and housewife extraordinaire.

And now as the hour hand races from number to number

and I scramble to make it from 

place to place

activity to activity

little body, to preschool body to strong arms

these short days whisper

to slow down 

return to  

that extraordinary ordinary

I'd so desperately wanted to escape. 

Five Minute Friday





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