And I thought I was becoming ok with that. At least for the years my kids are kids. So I began to drift away from writing every day, reassuring myself that one day there will be time... you know - that some day that never arrives.
The thing that bothers me is I don't want my kids to see me never have fulfilled my dreams. I want them to see me continue on toward my goal, even if it means little steps at a time. Why? Because if they see its possible for me, they will know its possible for them. So I I decided to continue with my writing. I got creative and bought a few hundred business cards for ten bucks off Visaprint www.vistaprint.com/.
But now that I got these things, that means I have to talk to people- unless I just want to be a weirdo handing out pink squares. This is more difficult than you might imagine. Having been a SAHM for a few years now, my verbal skills aren't what they once were. Neither is my self-confidence. On top of that, I really am not naturally the most social human ever.
So while I am still perfecting a spiel, I stuffed a stack of business cards in the diaper bag and took the kids on a trip to the town book store, River Road Books http://www.riverroadbooks.net/. The book store is on the same parallel as Disney World in my family, so the magic of the kids section instantly drew them towards the back of the store. I let them rummage and read while I debated over what I might say to persuade the owner of the store to accept my cards at her front counter space. When the kids vivaciously announced their book selections (Diary of a Whimpy Kid - Cabin Fever, and Ladybug Girl and the Big Snow) it was time to ante up at the register. Now or never, right? I prefer now, so I went ahead,
"I'm a blogger. Would you mind if I left my blog contact info at the counter?"
"We have a small amount of space, but I'll take some."
I thanked her with a giant smile, handed over a stack of cards, and then my kids knocked over a bin of pumpkin teddy bears. Somehow we recovered, and as we muddled our way back onto the sidewalk, my oldest daughter turned to me and said, "Woo-hoo, Mom- I'm so proud of you!"
They saw me act, take the risk, and succeed. I'm on the right path.