Sometimes being a blogger can feel a bit lonely. When people start a business or open up a shop people are sending them flowers and cards. When I do something new that I think is really exciting, I'm lucky if my “real life” friends even take notice. And to the ones that do, I love you so much, and you have just no idea how much it means to me.
I get it. People don't really know what I do. It's not like having a baby or opening an Etsy shop. But all the same, it's still my work and I love it and I wish sometimes people would get it, instead of just my mom and the blog world.
Life sure has an interesting way of throwing you curve balls. Last week I was on a literal high that rolled it's way over delightfully into this week. I announced my newest and biggest project on this blog, ever: Blog Boss Babe. And over 175 people joined.
When you put yourself out there, you can never be 100% certain people will respond, and in the way you want. But I honestly have never been so excited.
If you want to join, you can! The first challenge starts Tuesday and you're not going to want to miss out on this.
Then, on Saturday after 11 years of being told to, “just do it.” I did it. I got my wisdom teeth out. I has a slight cough and they immediately told me I shouldn't go under anesthesia. But I really wanted to. They said, no worries, we'll just give you laughing gas. Well, the joke was on me as I watched them rip my teeth out and place them on the green dentist's paper.
After, I was fine. I thought, okay, if I can get through that, no big deal. I followed the “wisdom teeth” rules to a T. I didn't slurp, suck, spit, or sputter. I ate only soft food and nothing hot and worst of all: no diet coke. But days went by and I didn't seem to feel any better. I had a throbbing pain so bad in my lower jaw that I just wanted to go to sleep. I have been sleeping 15 hours a day and was still feeling exhausted.
I went to the dentist yesterday and was told the issue: dry sockets. I teared up in the chair, “But I followed all the rules!” Occasionally, it just happens. Let me tell you, I've had severe pain before (falling 20 feet rock climbing is one of them) and this is pretty bad. It's not bone shattering bad, but it hurts.
Maybe this sounds silly, and maybe I need to get over it, but I really truly think you remember the people that reach out or check in on you. At least for me, it means everything.
While I know this post rambled a bit (or a lot) I think the main point I'm trying to make is to say something, anything. I wrote a similar post when my Dad was going through cancer treatments years ago. Whether it's the good moments or the bad moments in life, just take a minute to let someone know you care.
Congratulate them. Let them know you're thinking of them. Tell them you're sorry for their loss. Just say something. I promise, it could make all the difference in the world.
So I challenge you: to go out there are make a difference in say something. You never quite know the effect you'll have on someone.
