I adored Fitbloggin11.
I met so many new people. Visited with so many old friends. Brought home so much knowledge & wisdom. And just felt a true sense of renewed connection to our Tribe.
Yet, with all those experiences, one sentence in particular has stuck in my mind since the conference.
The session was silly snarky wise & witty.
What most stuck in my mind and has reverberated ever since was a comment JackSht made about blogging on Saturdays. He shared a story about a blogpost he LOVED, published on a weekend, & which received little traffic.
He continued to share with the crowd how that blogging-moment was his realization weekends are where blog posts go to die (*insert knowing ‘it’s funny cuz it’s true!’ laughter from the audience).
Ive thought about that remark frequently in the quiet of weekend mornings when the Tornado is playing silently in her room, Ren Man is sleeping & Im in my office writing.
Sentiments which may or may not be ‘blog suitable’ yet it’s interesting (to me. yes Ive begin staring DOWN AT and INTO my star-tattooed navel) it never occurs to me to post my morning musings here.
And yet, if Im blogging just for me, does it really matter if saturday mornings at 552 am are where blog posts go to wither and die?
The answer unequivocally is no.
As a result please allow me to plant, water, and present for your witheringpleasure this mornings thoughts.
We are a misfit trio of cultural Jews but in our way we observe the Shabbat completely.
It’s a tradition Im committed to keeping as the Tornado grows. She may have playdates afterschool, saturday day and night and sunday day—but for as long as I can I want to keep the Sabbath sacred.
I stop checking email, I cease responding to twitter & I let all my facebook interactions linger until the morning.
This morning I woke up to this sentence posted on my facebook wall:
You remind me to be myself.
This morning, waking up to that sentence posted on my facebook wall, my entire mindset changed.
Six words which humbled me, honored me & reminded me why I live my life the way I do.
It isnt KLOUT.
It’s not traffic or analytics or any other metric various & sundry employers use to evaluate me.
It is (to paraphrase a quote) to have made one person’s life easier simply through being here.
And, in the quiet of my ‘where blog posts go to wither and die’ morning writing, I was blessed to remember that is enough.
I am enough.
**apparently this is, indeed, true as Jen saw a photo of me in jeans/cowboy boots recently and expressed complete shock I own something which wasn’t one piece & created with toddlers in mind.