The Power of My Pen...

By almost all accounts, most people would say I'm not a REAL writer.  My grammar is awful and my posts rarely go through spell check.  My consistency is even worse.  But, the reality is, my pen has power.  It has the power to make people laugh.  To make people cry.  And, perhaps most importantly, it has the power to make people think.  To ponder.  To wonder if, by some crazy chance, I might have something to offer this crazy world.

When inspiration comes to me, I physically can't resist the urge to write.  It's therapeutic and nerve wrecking (or is it racking?) all at once.  

People ask me why I haven't been blogging lately.  And, to be honest, I write almost every single day, I just don't post anything.

I've been so weighted down with the fear that people are judging me or don't like me.  I mean, we all know they are, but the weight of worrying about it is new for me.  Somewhere between Minnesota and Ohio, I started worrying about what other people think about me.  Maybe it's because I don't have a job anymore or maybe it's because I still feel like a new girl.  I started planning my whole life around doing things that people thought I should be doing.  I shouldn't be on Facebook making inappropriate comments because not everyone thinks they're funny.  I shouldn't blog because I'm not a real writer.  Blah blah blah.

Anyway, I had three people ask me about my blog this week.  And it made me realize that not everyone wants to hear from me, but some people do.   So I decided it's high time to start sharing my thoughts with the world again.  To those of you who just rolled your eyes, thanks for making me relevant.  To those of you who keep waiting for a post, you'll get a few of them today!

Cheers to the weekend!!!

Tipsy Mommy