The other day – wait, it was only yesterday? – I wrote about what in the world I should do with this blog.
I had no idea about the feedback I’d receive.
And um, it was like I was slapped upside my head, but in a good way! :D
I had so many wonderful readers comment and I can’t thank you enough.
I now know that even if I wanted to cancel this blog, I might get in trouble with karma. Or maybe my dogma.
Or maybe my dogma will slap my karma upside her head.
I don’t know, but I’m rolling with it.
And actually, this is one of those posts that has to be epic, and not because I planned on it. But because I’ve hit some milestones and forgotten about other things.
One year ago, today (I think…or somewhere close to it) I created a blogger blog called Pictimlitude. It wasn’t until October that I moved it to WordPress, but its sole goal was to complement my Zazzle store and be a home for my photography.
But, I started enjoying blogging so much and meeting people that this became sort of my catch-all place.
One year ago. Wow.
Something I Forgot
Well, in my wonderings about what to do with this blog, I forgot I have an art show in August and I forgot that WNC Woman Magazine is going to publish my write-up about my teaching/writing/photographic/artistic journey in October.
Okay, so this blog can’t go anywhere.
I appreciate all the complements that people give me on my photography and art, but sometimes I think having so many interests and things that I like to do is a curse. I mean, I do my best at all these things, but I get stretched so thin, sometimes. After the comments I read – those beautiful comments – I guess everybody feels that way at one time or another, though, huh?
Which Leads Me To…
Giving myself permission.
I have loved this blog and the people I’ve met. And since I’m the one who created it, and taking your advice – yes, YOUR advice – this blog is my little corner of the netverse and I am going to make what I want of it.
So, from here on out, that means:
- I probably won’t post at regular times for the next year (apparently this is a blog rule out there somewhere)
- I’m going to post whatever floats my boat, and by that I mean I might be really floating in a boat on a lake…somewhere…getting fried and turning red like no one else in my family does. Yes, sometimes I wonder if the stork dropped me off to the wrong family: they all have that awesome olive skin and look more Mexican than I do. I’m the gringa that popped into their lives and…the only one of the kids who actually learned Spanish - nicheless blogs UNITE! Oops, I think I broke another blog rule.
- Oh! I can criticize the likes of Arne Duncan, Education Secretary for his idiot leadership when it comes to public schools…because I can talk about “teaching” here if I feel like it, too! A teacher criticize the Education Secretary? Yes. I think that breaks some other rule somewhere.
- I can sell my art here or not…I’ll probably put up a tab for it or something. I’ve realized, though, that I can’t sell my way out of a paper bag – even if I’m starving. Believe me, I know. Plus, I think the world of art is kind of cutthroat and it’s taken me the last year to realize that coveting fancy schmancy galleries shouldn’t be my goal. In fact, can’t I just give art and eye candy to the people? Be a Keith Haringette in that I create whatever whenever? (OK, so Keith Haring had a rough life – poor dude – but he made his art accessible to everyone.) I just gave away my Highway 209 painting to a friend for her wedding (sorry, Obama, ya missed out). Do you know what kind of a high that gave me? Shoot, that tells me that I’m much happier giving it away and creating it for fun. So, I’m going to keep doing that. Yeah, I’m not helping the starving artists with that revelation. Dang. Another rule I’ve broken.
- So many of you told me to follow my heart. And my heart belongs to you. Well, in spirit. I mean I gave my heart to the husby like 13 years ago. That poor man.
And somehow, with the unleashing of the pressure to write a blog post worth $500 (I read somewhere that every blog post you write should be like someone’s paying you $500 to write it because you never know who could be reading) my writing feels a lot more natural. And…AND…I’ve probably broken a zillion art, blog and writing rules just in this one post.
Rules are for rogers.
I am outside of them.
I simply can’t be classified.
What kind of art do you do, Cyndi? Um…Sharpie art? No wait…I paint. No…I like to draw. No…maybe some charcoal. Does photography count?
What kind of writing do you do? Um…blog…write some how-to crap, I wrote a Nanowrimo fiction novel – oh GAWD, did I even get it off my laptop before it died!? – and some kids stuff and some non-fiction stuff.
What do you teach? Spanish…with reckless enthusiasm with all the imperfections of knowing everything I can and nothing at all about languages, cultures and the human race, in general.
Yes, World. I am a mess. I’m a gloriously unclassifiable, certifiable insane-o mess with a lot of love and a penchant for peace.
Yeah, well. Life is messy and we just roll with it. Hopefully we can take a rolling pin and smooth out the messy parts as best we can.
To the other clarks out there: I know you can relate to me. C’mon. Admit it. You’re curious and you have this insatiable desire to live 900 years because life is full of curiosities and you want to try them all, experience them all, see and know about them all before you expire…to the void. About which we’d like to find out more.
I’m jumping all over the place.
I’d better just get to some thank-yous.
To the people who helped me open my Pandora’s box of blogging: to blog with reckless abandon, SEO be damned! (Google gods, if readers read this by the millions, well then, I’ll take it back.)
Here’s to a blog that is the acme of hodge-podge, creative genius-wanna-be, random-tangential-paradise, inspirational something-something, whatever-compels-me-to-write….
And there will be no other blog like it, I can guarantee that.
You’re in for a wacky, ride dear readers.
Kind of like that guy you meet down at the brewery who has a red-velvet coat and a little dog he carries around and has never ‘worked for the man’ a day in his life….
for your insightful comments.
Next time I have a question, watch out. I’m probably going to ask you.