My journey with Skinny Seahorse has been nothing short of fabulous. I’ve wanted to blog since I first heard the word “blog” – back in 2008ish. But I never did. I had just moved from Alaska to Carolina Beach and found laying at the beach much more desirable than sitting in front of a computer typing.
My attention was also tightly focused, shall we say. I was guns-a-blazing with my career. In other words, I could not be bothered. What’s funny is if I had had the foresight to start a blog back in 2008, I’d most likely be making more money than I ever did climbing the corporate ladder. Ah – hindsight is 20/20, right.
As time went on, the desire grew stronger and stronger. I fell in love with Dooce, Budgets are Sexy, The Simple Dollar, Young House Love, I Heart Organizing and many others that I can’t remember off the top of my head. Since I was little, I’ve always had a calling to be a writer. But that doesn’t mean much. When I was in the third-ish grade, I also had a calling to be She-Ra. I would get home from school and instead of doing my homework, I would veg out on the couch, eyes glued to the television watching back-to-back episodes of She-Ra, He-Man and Skeletor. I wasn’t allowed to watch TV but I was a latchkey kid, so nobody knew any better. Well, that’s not true. My mom would come home from work and feel the tv to see if it was warm. She knew I was sneaky. I was grounded a lot.
I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, I wanted to be a writer.
So, I wanted to be a writer, but lacked the skill set, knowledge and frankly, I had no idea how to start. And then the light bulb went off, I could blog. I didn’t need the approval of a big publication house. Nobody had to buy my blog, or read my silly posts. A blog would give me the freedom to write about what I want, in whatever manner I wanted and write as often or as little as I felt like. And it was better than a diary, because there was an element of accountability. But still. I had no time.
Voila! That was the birth of Skinny Seahorse. The letter to one-year old Landon from yesterday was my 115th post. Ironically, my very first post was on November 1, 2012 with a letter to Tatum. My writing is improving. Nothing award winning. I tend to write as if I’m having a conversation. I’m not a journalist. I don’t write for a newspaper, so lucky me, I have some freedom. I have lots of grammar mistakes. And yes, they bother me. C’est la vie.
Because of this blog, I learned how to design websites, created The Fiscal Flamingo and I realized I didn’t want to own a baby blanket business. Never ever ever in my wildest imagination did I conceive this would be my year. And other than the foresight to save my money and provide myself with the ability to take the year off, this blog has been the biggest factor in all that. Without it, I’d be bored to tears.
I will tell you, my writing will become less and less frequent over the rest of the year. Time is finite and demands on my time are infinite. I want to relax the rest of my year off. Even if I can’t (I find relaxing to be most unrelaxing), I’m going to give it a valiant effort. I only have four months and quite frankly, I may have less as I have started the job hunt. For the remainder of the year, when I’m not pretending I’m relaxing, I will be turning my efforts to The Skinny Mermaid Design Studio. Because this is what I enjoy the most. Because friends, that is where my passion is. I found it.
To celebrate my 115th post, I’ve decided to do a giveaway for $50 cash paid through paypal. Enter away….