In the past month…

….I haven’t ran. Well…like once. Maybe twice. But it was painful…literally.

….I’ve spent a lot of time sleeping. Nine thirty bedtimes are heavenly.

….I got a new writing gig – I’m a writer/editor for the Annapolis AskMissA page! If you’re in the Annapolis/Baltimore area and are interested in writing on charity/style please email me!

….I’m still writing for Chesapeake Taste also!

….I’ve been eating really really poorly – lots of comforting pasta and mac and cheese. There’s reason behind that too.

….I’ve been promoted to the board as VP of Communications for the  Junior League of Annapolis. Super exciting!

….I’m going to be coaching for Girls on the Run of Greater Chesapeake starting this fall.  Super excited to get back to volunteering for this amazing group – I loved coaching up in Connecticut!

….Hubs got a job!!!!! Not the perfect job but a job! Huzzah!!!

….I changed my mind on the running the Ragnar (for the same reasons behind my pasta and my sleepiness…).

 

Sorry to have been out of touch…there’s huge things going on that I can’t write about just yet but all will come out in due time and trust me, it’ll be worth the wait 🙂

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Making things happen

Things got monumentally worse yesterday.

In Hubs’s and I’s quest for the #movenorth, we’ve, in so many terms…lost a lot of money. Gone into some debt for him to take his job. I quit a job, albeit a minimum wage paying one, but a fun one. I loved the gym. He was “consulting” and was brought on full-time to his job just this month thus giving up other consulting clients for his job, and taking a pay-cut to do so. A pay cut. After taxes, etc…which his company will now be paying for, he will be bringing home significantly less than the past few months of “consulting” while also losing a significant amount of outside income. I am…kind of freaking out.

It was, in addition, non-negotiable.

My biggest fears: Are we going to be able to survive? Are we going to be able to not go bankrupt? Will we be able to eat? Will we be able to keep puppeh in kibble? Oh. Em. Gee. The list goes on and on, because while Hubs is incredibly supportive about me pursuing my dreams, the reality is – and I’m realizing this faster than he is – I need A job. It won’t likely be THE dream job, but I need…A job. And I’ve been applying, to part-time, freelance and full-time jobs. But guess what kids…the economy is still crap and well…I’ve had ONE interview since we moved up here. ONE.

I’ve applied to at least ten private schools, ten public schools for pretty much any position that will allow an uncertified teacher – substitute, teaching assistants, etc.. I found out the other day that Stamford Public Schools have SIX HUNDRED substitutes. They TURN teachers away. Same with Wilton. I need to follow up with a few other schools but can I just say…holy. Crap. Me teaching is likely not going to happen any time soon – I’ve still got my fingers crossed for grad school but in the mean time…

Crap crap crap crap.

I’ve begun, slowly, applying for more freelance jobs. Mostly because this teaching thing? Is going to be slow going and me? I love to write. A lot. I think you can tell by my blog right? Right. I might as well wait, wait for grad school or a private school gig, and do something I enjoy in the mean time that may just allow me to make some money. Keep your fingers crossed.

In addition to my quest for freelance gigs, my longing to teach, my marathon training, my soon to be tutoring, I recently started a project that has long been in the works – there’s about eight other bloggers – with a few others that are currently getting started on the site that haven’t been introduced yet. It’s a wedding blog. A blog that came to fruition at BlogHer and took this long (for me: 1 wedding, 1 move and a job and a half later) to get off the ground.

Currently, we’re in the middle of a redesign to make it a pretty wedding blog. Soon? I want to be bff with the big time wedding bloggers. Sharing pretty pictures and dreaming of the wedding that could have been. I loved my wedding, every minute of it – from my sister waking me up super early to give me my wedding gift, to having breakfast with my mom and sister in the morning, to stopping at our frequented liquor store in full wedding attire after the ceremony to get some champagne for the limo to the after party in our suite. I loved it. But I also love the thought of planning weddings – seeing everything come together – the details, the colors, the dresses, the coordinating – everything about weddings I love.

So this blog, is a source for REAL bloggers to write about their weddings. Not that all wedding bloggers aren’t real bloggers but I just found that some of the wedding blogging out there is…less than stellar. And for some reason, I have a small condescending attitude towards bloggers who created their “blogs” to blog for a wedding blog. Or bloggers who write for a wedding blog who had never blogged before. I dunno, it just kind of turns me off. Judgemental I know, and I don’t claim to be the next Anne Frank but sometimes, you just want to read bloggers who can use a semi-colon properly. Am I right?

So, my project, unpaying but oh so fulfilling with some of the best bloggers out there (IMHO) is up and running: The Bridal Bloggette. And in the meantime, while I wait for my teaching dreams to come to reality, I’ll keep writing because it makes me happy and if there’s one thing I need to stay in our dour situation is happy.

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Why I Blog

In 2006 through till September 2007, I felt loneliness that I hadn’t felt since my freshman year in college. A loneliness, that despite my loving relationship with now fiance, encompassed me to the core. Lacking people to share the ups and downs and tribulations of a post-graduate life.

Then I started blogging.

Then I started connecting to my “freaders.” Because to me, I don’t have an audience per se, I have readers. And friends. I’ve always written for myself. I’ve never written anything I wouldn’t otherwise share with my mother, and I would never post something I didn’t want my employer to read. Aside from previous posts about my unhappiness in my former job, I rarely, if ever, write about the workplace. Not worth the risk.

This weekend, I attended my first blogging convention, BlogHer 09 in Chicago. Breaking so many barriers for me. I connected with girls – nay, women – who I had been reading for the better part of two years. Women who shared the ups and downs – my engagement, wedding planning, the harsh reality of unemployment, and everything in between.

Their stories inspired me, they made me laugh, made me cry, and while I can argue about the tendency to err on the basic side of the forums/break out sessions, meeting the bloggers who have virtually held my hand when I needed it most, made every penny worth it all.

Would I go to blogher again? Absolutely.

Blogging for me, isn’t about getting the most numbers. It isn’t about getting sponsorship, or making money off ads. It’s about the community. The people you meet, that you read. The commraderie.

Sure sure, I do want to be published. I admit that. Am I using my blog to get there? Yes and no. I’m using my blog to make myself a better writer. Despite what some may say about my writing, I’ve found my voice. But my blog? Is my place. My little corner of the internets if you will.

Bloggy pals – the ones I met this weekend and the ones I have yet to meet – you all make blogging worth it. Putting myself out there to be judged, to be scrutinized but mostly, to be embraced for me.

This? Is my virtual thank you.

See you all at BlogHer 2010!!!

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