When I started blogging it was for my soul. To relinquish the bad juju that was hovering around my heart and in my brain. A means to therapy for my brokenness and the way I made some fabulous friends. Friends who stood with me during court battles even though they weren’t there. Friends who offered virtual hugs no matter what time of day I tweeted bad news or frustration at my situation. Today spending time with my Monkey, it dawned on me why I did this to begin with.
To share my story.
There was a time when I wrote just about being a single Mom in the healing process…that was my story.
Then I wrote about dating as a single Mom and all the bullshit that comes of it…more of my story.
Today my story is haven fallen in love with the Boyfriend and raising my Monkey with him.
Somewhere in between there, I started making a little side cash with my writing. Copy editing jobs and social media management jobs came my way, along with a few paid posts here and there – thanks to some phenomenal networks and then at today’s event that was indeed sponsored by a brand, I realized that these things were a part of my story. Sharing in family activities with other bloggers and experiencing a high from knowing that they were sharing stories while creating new ones. Read more…