This is what I am contemplating. The initial public offering of my blog noplainjanie.
Let me explain. Aside from my immediate family and 192 new friends and followers that have found me on the Internet no one knows I have been writing a blog. Not my extended family, not my closest friends not even my hair colorist.. I don’t know why I’ve been so hesitant to go public. This is my version: I think it’s possible I’ve been nervous about being judged, mostly unfavorably. Is it good enough? Is it witty? Too light, too serious, too “who does she think she is?” I have three Liebster Awards, a Creative Blogger Award and a Versatile Blogger Award. It has been amazing to be recognized and humbling too. Awards and nominations leave me striving to be better and to never coast. I initially told myself I would go public once I had 100 followers. I figured there was safety in numbers and if 100 people thought I was worthy of following then surely my friends would be supportive. This is what it looked like when I reached that goal: I could see the leap from of faith I was asking myself to take. I didn’t jump. Instead, I renegotiated the terms. 200. When I would reach 200 followers my self-esteem would be so high that announcing my blog would be easy. Ha! As I write this I am at 199. To some blogs here on WordPress that is laughable. There are blogs who are so much younger than mine who have triple the readership. There are some who have less. Aside from this target I set for myself I never otherwise pay too much attention to the numbers and the stats. Now though, I am close. Again.
I do not want to run scared, but I’m too scared to run! To take the leap or not take the leap? That is the real question!
Is there any way to guarantee success? No, of course not! That what taking a leap is all about! Those who know me, however, know that I have very rarely ever leapt anywhere! I’m way too much a control freak for that and putting this out there leaves me with no control. One person, just one more person puts me at this precipice and this weighty decision. Somehow I am coming to believe that I have more faith in those who I wish to share this with than in myself. I am also coming to believe that is ok. So true! If not now, when? At 300 or 500? When will it be enough? I have been preparing for this forever. I have been writing forever. Maybe not writing well, perhaps not clever enough, possibly not so amusing, conceivably dull but I have been writing. Incredibly 199 people believe in noplainjanie. Oh crap, I haven’t been counting ME! I’m at 200 if I count me and why shouldn’t I? So I respectfully ask you, my new and my old readers: Don’t judge too harshly. For those that are new to noplainjanie start at the about page up top and then click here. Thanks for reading and following. Janie
don’t wish for what you can’t change, pharrell williams
The 150 souls onboard Flight 9525
Yesterday’s horrific plane lane crash reminds us all how precarious our futures are. Infants and their parents, teachers and schoolchildren, people from all walks of life shared their final eight minutes of life together.
All of their collective hopes and dreams were squeezed into an Airbus along with the love of their families and friends.
I can’t help but dwell on what those eight minutes may have felt like. Reports say it was a controlled descent. It’s possible the passengers didn’t know at first what was even happening. Eventually the bliss of ignorance had to have been shattered. I hope it was just for a matter of seconds.
All of their lives are now dreams interrupted. There are children who will not be born to the future mothers on that flight. The cure for disease may have been discovered by one of those kids. It’s endless, the possibilities. The immensity of the loss reaches to the infinity that those souls are now a part of.
Eight minutes. The time it takes to take a shower. Eight minutes. Take the dog for a walk.
Eight minutes. Make a fruit salad. Eight minutes. Organize your sock drawer.
Eight minutes. That’s all the had. Eight minutes was the rest of their lives.
Do something special today.
Everyone wants to be healthy. Sometimes circumstances or lack of planning sabotages even our best of intentions. Today, start over.
You’ll feel so much better. Change your mindset. Change your routine. Change your habit. Treat yourself better.
Here’s an example of an easy, fast and healthy snack. It’s one we all know about and have had a thousand times, an oldie but a goodie.
Peanut, cashew or almond butter used as a spread is so satisfying. Try a granola base, or a healthy cracker. Slice some strawberries and drizzle some honey over it. Delish!!!
That’s the change I’m making today. What are you doing? Let me know.
Before I explain why there is less color in the world today, let me first thank Orange Shoes Talking for nominating me for another Liebster Award! It is always humbling when your name is called and you are recognized for your work. I deeply thank you and everyone who is reading and supporting this blog of mine.
Ironic that on this day, a day of sadness and introspection for me, there was this bright spot of acknowledgment.
Today my husband and I and some of our friends came together to eulogize another friend. He died yesterday. We had not been as close as we once were years ago but old friendships are special. He was not sick long, a matter of months actually. He fought for his life for his wife and his three sons. He lost. He was 47.
His life was celebrated although this is a terrible tragedy. His illness will spur many men who otherwise would not make appointments for colonoscopies to get one. He wore vivid shirts and equally vibrant ties. Crazy patterns and funky glasses. He was not wild nor avant -garde. He just walked with color. His star burnt bright and then burned out. There will be charity given in his name and food will be cooked but no one will be able to bring the color back.
Tomorrow will be the fifth anniversary of my mother’s death. She was dazzling. She was bold and smart, a woman with presence and opinions. Loyal and loving, her family was everything to her. My mother was never as happy as when my sister and I along with our families would be with her and my dad. When my mom walked into a room heads turned. She had a light around her, that sort of “it” factor, a charisma and elegance from another time. Never shy or filled with self-doubt she exuded confidence at every turn. She was ahead of her time until she was out of time.
The world keeps losing its color. Good, strong people have been taken, my father and my father-in-law among them as well. The world is slowly turning grey. Sure, new stars are born but their light may or may not be just a little dimmer. We just don’t yet know.
What I do know? Their light will not be forgotten. None of them. My parent’s life beats in my heart. In fact, brightness may be returning slowly as the sun is coming out today and a new spring is on the way………
LOVE IS . . . a poetry challenge
I want to thank darlenescorner for nominating for this task.
The task is to write 10 lines, (sorry, I got carried away) about what you believe Love represents or as the title suggests LOVE IS…..!
Each line begins with the word Love and is only 4 words long. Once the poem is written – challenge 10 other bloggers to do the same.
Each person I challenge does not have to accept. This is for fun. I certainly had fun coming up with my list of what Love is.
I hope you enjoy my submission and those I have challenged.
My Love Is:
Love is always hopeful
Love beget the truth
Love will teach you
Love is not uncouth
Love is a flower
Love continues to bloom
Love’s an open field
Love’s a quiet room
Love can be daunting
Love can be bare
Love can be joyful
Love if you dare
Love for your tomorrow
Love for your yesterday
Love for your present
Love for your today
I nominate the following blogs to come up with their own Love is :
You’ve got a friend…..
In the dog eat dog world we all inhabit and with all the doom and gloom that surrounds the globe, it is more than refreshing to see two different species in harmony together.
There are mixed opinions regarding the authenticity of the picture. Is it real or not? Someone has come forward claiming to be the photographer.
Really, I don’t care.
True or staged I revel in the imagery. The possibility alone lifts my spirits. I am refusing to travel down the path of those who claim the weasel could be attacking the woodpecker. It has been suggesting the woodpecker is taking it to its home for diner. I equally maintain ignorance that some suggest it is pornographic.
Can we for once, as people of the human race, just take it for what it is? Two different species acting as one. They are achieving balance no matter what their individual motives are. Up and down, left and right they are working in tandem to stay aloft.
Theyre doing better than we are.
We can all take a lesson from this picture and the message it could be giving us. Let’s choose to collectively think of it as one friend giving another a ride. Maybe a joyride. Perhaps a ride home, or a lift to the other side of town.
Simplistic? Maybe. Maybe we should all extend ourselves to those we wouldn’t normally. Even if it looks funny or goes against our nature it’s possible we have skills that could assist someone who doesn’t. It really doesn’t matter if someone in need looks like us or walks like us. It might just be possible that the bigger the difference between two individuals who help each other the greater number of people between them can be inspired.
Here’s some more pictures of animals interacting with other animals: