Once uponce a time is how my Little Snoodles used to start their stories and it seems like just as good a beginning as any, so….
Once uponce a time, there was a girl who had lots and lots of words inside her that took up valuable real estate inside her brain. Because of her husband’s job, the girl moved a lot so she didn’t always live in the same zip code or even the same time zone as her closest friends. Getting to know people well enough that you feel perfectly comfortable spilling your extra words all over them can take time, so the girl often walked around stuffed with words that had nowhere to go. One day her BFF, a plan maker and goal setter, after much thought and careful consideration, decided to start a blog. The girl, who was not known for her plan making or goal setting, didn’t give it much thought or careful consideration, but she decided to start a blog, too, because she hated to miss a good party.
The girl started writing posts about things she would have liked to have talked about over a grande chai latte with her friends if any had lived near her. Friends started visiting her blog and she even was able to reconnect with friends she hadn’t talked to in a very long time. She reconnected with a girl she’d known in college who also had a blog. Her college friend had friends who visited the girl’s blog and become the girl’s friends who lived in her computer. Those friends had friends who visited and before she knew it, the girl’s life was rich with incredible friends who brought laughter and color and a richness to her life and she was much the better for it.
The girl was the type who actually reads instructions so she began to read blogs about blogs. The bloggers of these blogs about blogs said that the girl should have a purpose and a theme for her blog. They said she should know her tribe and gave her lists of things she should and shouldn’t do. The girl ignored them and decided she wasn’t looking for a tribe she was just looking for friends to do life with. Friends who would love her even if she had ended the previous sentence with a preposition and was overly fond of the ellipsis…..
The friends were patient with the girl when she didn’t post consistently, even though the bloggers of blogs about blogs said that she should. They didn’t mind. They were there for the girl when her journey took her down a path she wasn’t expecting to travel. The road was hard and the girl stumbled many times along the way. But the girl’s friends, many of whom didn’t even really know her by the name her mom and dad had given her, were there to help her up. They prayed for her, listened to her, encouraged her, and loved her. They were a bright light in a very dark place.
The girl’s life had changed and the girl had changed along with it. She needed a break, not from the friends, but from all the words. The words had been heavy for a long time and she needed to put them down for a bit and rest. So she did. She missed the blog and she missed the friends but the break was healthy. After awhile she felt the same feeling one might feel if she’d gone too long without writing a thank you note (a feeling the girl knew all too well, unfortunately). The more days that passed, the harder it was to know how to come back, but she missed the blog and she missed having a place to put all of her extra words.
So one night, after the dinner dishes were done (mostly) and the kids were tucked in bed (mostly), she sat down at her computer and started typing.
“Once uponce a time,” she typed and she prayed that blogging was like riding a bike. Actually it took the girl a lot longer than the average person to learn to ride a bike so that she hoped that blogging was more like reading a good book. She had no trouble remembering how to read a good book.
She couldn’t promise she’d be any more consistent at posting than she’d ever been. She wasn’t even sure that people were blogging or reading blogs these days–she thought she’d read somewhere that blogs were dead–but she’d never been on the cutting edge anyway. She’d never followed the blog rules. Why should she start now?
She’d just start writing again for whomever happened to be reading as she did life one page and one blog post at a time.
Hopefully Not the End.