You guys, I totally don't want to be famous. I'm not talking Michael Jackson famous or Susan Lucci famous or even Snooki famous. I don't even wanna be Barefoot Foodie famous. 'Cause famous folks deal with a whole lotta poo and I am NOT INTERESTED IN POO.
See, I get queasy just reading other people's arguments in comment boxes. I shake at the mere thought of confrontation. I don't want to hurt people's feelings and when my kids come back and read my blog, I want them to know that I wrote it with them in mind. Because this was never supposed to be about me. It was, and still is, the story of US. It is by sheer accident that I am the one who puts fingers to keys and obsessively photographs every minor family event.
And you know what? I think I'm actually going to get there! By the grace of God I've developed a great relationship with the sweet couple behind Catholic Child and they've offered me the opportunity to write for them on a regular basis. Yay catalog copy! Yay Faith & Fun! I am thrilled and excited and relieved because this is such a need for our family. Combined with the work I've been asked to do for I Heart my Pediatrician , I'm really feeling like this is all possible.
Possible is one of my most favorite words in the whole wide world.
Now brace yourselves for an exciting revelation: all I need is a few more lovely contracts like the ones above and I can completely support my family. How 'bout them apples? I know it sounds crazy, but when you have no mortgage and you buy everything at Goodwill or off of Ebay, you can keep your monthly expenses pretty darn low, lemme tell ya.
You know, I love writing this blog. I love chatting with my bloggy friends and sharing our silly stories. I want to be able to keep doing that. Just that. Not push it to become something bigger and more difficult than I ever intended it to be. I just want the blog to stay fun, be an outlet for the ideas that won't stop swirling in my head, and be a way for people to get a hold of me and say "Hey, can you write all the copy for our new faux flower catalog?" to which I'll respond "You bet!". I just want my tappy-tappy fingers to help other people make more money (and make a little for us while I'm at it).
That would be a dream come true.
That is my prayer.