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20,000!

i can't believe i did that

When I first began my blog, I had a few “hits” a day.  Never very many, but sometimes if I tagged it correctly I’d jump up a few!!  I was excited after realizing that there were some people out there who were checking it out.  I wrote about kindness and things that I found inspiring that I thought others would enjoy reading about.  I started a facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/AProjectForKindness in the hopes of getting even more readers.  Still, it moved slowly, but I had vowed to write everyday and I wanted to stick to it!!

After joining the journaling /life coaching class that began in February, I started to expand my horizons and branch out a little more in my writing.  I tried to become more personal and that was very hard for me.  I am a very private person and I very rarely share intimate parts of my life – especially with complete strangers.  In January and February I averaged about 1000 hits per month.

But then, in March, my mom died.  The week before she died, I began blogging about her and how our family was coping with it.  Hundreds of people began to read my blog.  My post on March 14th about Grandmas,  https://aprojectforkindness.wordpress.com/2013/03/14/grandmas/ was one of my biggest posts up until that date.  The following day, the day we took her off life support, I got even more.  I have had people write to me, stop me on the street, send messages just telling me how much my blog helped them get through this time.  They did not even realize how much it helped me to write it.  The hits on my blog remained pretty steady for another week or so and then, slowly dropped off, but I was still averaging close to 100 a day which amazed me.

Then, Francine died.  In the days that followed her death, I had record numbers of people reading.  One day there were 990 hits!  Again, so many people just needed to understand what was going on.  they needed to feel like they could make sense of a situation that was incomprehensible.  I am just grateful that my blog was once again able to help them.

Since that day, (although I have not had anywhere close to that many hits), people are still coming to read what I have to say.  I have become much more vulnerable and opening up – writing a lot more than I ever expected to share, and in doing so, I have found people who are interested in reading what I have to say.   I still get people, (some complete strangers), commenting and talking to me about it, or telling me when a particular blog reaches out to them in a way that I never expected.

This week, I reached 20,000 hits on my blog!  I don’t know if that is a lot or not when compared to other bloggers.  Truthfully, I am not sure I even care about comparisons.  All that I know, is that this is far beyond anything I had ever imagined.  There was no way that I could have known when I began in January that I would actually have “followers”!  So, thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who reads and comes to visit to see what I have to say.

I have learned a lot about myself and laughed, cried, got angry and empathetic but I have enjoyed it so much more than I ever imagined I would.  Something inside me has changed, and I think it is for the better.  I am still looking to find things to write about.  Hopefully more people will become interested, and want to come and visit and read what I have to say.  I can only hope that I can continue to inspire…not just others, but myself.

“Me Time”

love yourself

A few months ago I wrote about how I thought that some days were going to be difficult to find things to write about – and some days have been!!  Today was one of those days.  Not that I did not see kindness, but that I was feeling completely the opposite.

Dave and I have worked out our schedules along with the boys, so that we all are able to do our own thing while still finding the time to spend all together.  Dave has soccer a few times during the week, I have my kickboxing, the kids have their sports….we make it work.  For the most part, it usually does.  When we allow ourselves “me time” the entire family benefits.

Tonight, Drew had a big volcano project to finish for school.  He also had soccer practice.  He and I worked on it for hours after school.  This meant, no kickboxing for me and it made me upset.  Bitter actually.  Then, guilty for being upset about it.   Drew has been struggling in school for quite some time now and finally there was a homework assignment that he was interested in.  He looked for facts on the internet, he molded the clay for the volcano, mixed the paint and spouted out facts about volcanoes the entire time.  I tried to be enthusiastic with him – and I honestly was, but I needed a few extra hours in my day to fit everything in.  I (selfishly), wanted time for myself too, but I decided to skip my class and help him finish in time to get to his soccer practice with Dave.

I’m sure, (or at least I hope), that many parents have feelings like this.  Now that my boys are older, and DJ is responsible enough to take care of Drew, it has been easier, but it still gets complicated at times.  For me, guilt might be the biggest inhibitor.  I know that we all need to find the time to create a more balanced and happy life style for ourselves and our families but when I put myself first, I still get that guilty twinge.   Yet, those nights, that I do get to class, or when Dave has a game, I notice that we are better parents.  In that one hour of kickboxing,  I am able to clear my mind, not think about work, or housework and spend time with other adults so that when I come back to my home, I am refreshed and ready to be a mom again.

Tonight, as I wrote this blog, while Drew and Dave are at soccer practice, and DJ and I are home watching a hockey game on television, I realized that everyone is worthy of care and attention, myself included.   I need that class for my own well-being but the volcano is due tomorrow.  There will be more kickboxing classes.   Missing one class so that I could focus my attention on my kids, who are also deserving of my time, is not a sacrifice.  It is love.