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ㄥ❀∨モ criticism ♥

I have control over three things in m life: The thoughts I think, the images I visualize and the the actions I take.  ¸¸.·☆

A couple of things on my mind

that I’d like to share today that have to do with reading, writing, creativity and comments.

I am thankful for the positive comments and encouragement I get from people who read my blog. When I started off blogging, the idea was to share. I have written since I can remember.

In fact, I remember a time in my life where I would fill my days writing.

Everyone is a Critic

When I made the decision to share my words with the world it wasn’t based on a self satisfying idea to could help one person out there. It was more the idea that I wanted to learn how to blog. I thought of instead of writing in my journal, I’d do it online.

It’s actually a bit of a risk, if you ask me, putting yourself out on the line to be judged by your peers.

I'm okay with rejection.

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I like the idea of learning by doing.

It’s one thing to think about doing something and a whole other ball game to put yourself out there and actually do something.

—What inspired this post was seeing the amazing things that are going on in your lives. I feel each one of you reading this is successful in your own way.

I’ve seen my friends overcome numerous obstacles to achieve their goals. I’ll give you some examples. One friend overcame the death of her parents at a young age to go forth and have a beautiful big family of her own.

I can make a living doing what I love and enjoy.

I can make a living doing what I love and enjoy.

She figured it out. Others have dreamt of becoming writers, business people, dads, teachers, artists, musicians, you name it. They haven’t given up and they are doing it — pursuing their dreams. Doing it. Loving it.

I have a friend who is scared of making a change in her life. Her entire family is relocating to a new city with completely new people, streets, smells, schools, every little thing in her life will be new.

But she did it. She said yes to life with the insecurity that comes from the future and not knowing what it would hold. Good for her.

Life is a journey. ♥ Set yourself up to play a winning game.

Another fantastic woman is traveling the world on her own. Such courage. Others dealing with heartbreak, love, life, raising families and work. They are figuring it out.

The more people who read my blog, of course, there seems to be always someone who doesn’t like it.

That leaves the question to me of how to deal with it. I either forgive, forget, overlook, pretend they aren’t there, or accept it.

Between saying and doing is an ocean of difference.

While I was on vacation for a week and didn’t have internet access I found myself missing my online community. I have made friends with unbelievable people I wouldn’t have otherwise met. We share videos, stories, pictures of our lives, you name it. For me being so far from my family I find it a great way of knowing what they are up to.

I have also met people from all over the world. I love that. Our world truly is getting smaller. So on a spiritual path to enlightenment, I believe we are all interconnected. All of our actions effect each other.

I’m working through these questions with the help of my friends and I am so thankful for them.

How do you deal with the critics? Is it better just to not share? You are welcome to leave your comments.

Thank you for visiting.

As always I hope this post finds you lucky and in love.

Julie
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Is your blog bloggalicious?

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The wind longs to blow in your hair.

If someone is meant to be in your life, they will make sure they are. It is really that simple.

I saw a friend the other day. She asked me how I was. As a joke I said,

Haven’t you read my status update? Ba da bum.

We know we are in lives our changing and being enriched when every real conversation we have ends with I’ll send you a link.

Are bloggers the new journalists?

Now that I’m a blogger, I approach life a little bit differently. When I go out and about I notice more details. I started to talk to people and I’ve started to listen to them as well. I’m thinking I’m just basically scouting for stories so I don’t run out of things to write about.

Lord knows it’s hard to get me to be quiet so I don’t know why I would run out of ideas. The point is it’s time for me to zip the gab smacker known as my mouth and start listening.

I’m learning this from a blogger friend of mine. The way it works is this. You offer your story and then you ask to hear their story. So, letting caution to the wind, I say, hey, why not? I’ll give it a shot. Is your blog bloggalicious? Is your life life-alicous? Is your booty bootilicous?

Do you start every real conversation lately with I read your blog post or I saw your video on line?

Here’s a good one. When someone says they read your blog, do you sort of smile inwardly and think yeah, but did you leave a comment?

What do you think? People are reacting to me as if I were a writer. Now because I’m publishing a blog all of the sudden I’m a writer?

I’ll whip out some stories in the garage that I’ve kept for the last twenty years if you want to know that every day I’m a writer. The difference is that I’m now ready to share.

Did she just write what I think she just wrote?

Where’d I put the darn answer?

Joy. us.

Let your heart sing. Smile with your eyes.

I’m thinking Oscar buzz peeps.

I’m thinking Oprah’s on the phone spectacular.

I’m thinking out of control spectacular.

Did any of this make sense? Beuller? Beuller? Am I writing to myself again? Where’s my editor? Where’s my teacher? Anyone checking this for factual information?

Can I let this go? Will I let this go? When? Now. .•*¨`*•♫

Can I let this go? Will I let this go? When? Now. .•*¨`*•♫

If any of you are returning visitors here to my site I’ve been working hard updating it. If you are new here, well then *welcome*.

I’ve learnt a ton doing this blog about peer to peer marketing and overcoming fears. It’s actually increased my confidence as a writer. What do you think? Leave me a comment.

My friends have texted me that they find my blog and what I’m doing over here inspiring. If I had a dollar for every time.. ha ha ha.  That’s a good one.

I keep thinking about my blogger friend in Singapore who told me in a comment she thinks I’m technically gifted. It just makes me laugh.

I don’t know what happens but sometimes I am blogging and I get in a total programming zone where I have to get from point A to Z and until it’s there I don’t stop.

I’m super satisfied that I linked to five awesome charities in my right column. The one I hold dearest to me is for my high school friend Kelli, Living in Grace.

As always hope this post finds you lovely, lucky and in love.

Julie

Children’s laughter ☆ shooting stars ☆ fresh sheets ☆ the smell of cut grass ☆

Celebrating.

Just some flowers I have painted.

Things we love.

I probably shouldn’t be writing a post right now out of sheer exhaustion. I didn’t think people could get this tired. Or so I thought. So perhaps I am writing with what is left of just pure nervous energy.

There is so much on my mind that needs to get out through my fingertips.

We have no limitations. ♡

Number of times someone has smiled while reading my blog? 1~? ♡

This is the second post I have started and was not able to finish. I have little faith that I will actually be able to get a decent thought on the page. I wish I could gather all of my scattered thoughts and put them into a nice little box and tie them with a pretty bow.

Only they aren’t logical.

It’s sort of like dressing a child. Or trying to get a net around an octopus not that I have ever tried.

Heck. I should just hit publish.

{The way most people have found my blog? By googling the sentence Let’s eat Grandma. I’m not joking.}

Dream a little dream for me.

Dream a little dream for me.

What’s stopping me? Thoughts.

{Later} Three Strikes and You’re Out

Julie, you are spending all of this time on your blog and you aren't making any money. And I say, Mom, Dad.

This is my third time back to the drawing board and back to the keyboard to get my post published. I’m quite convinced in my ability to hit that publish button staring at me. It is just taunting me, looking at me, saying to me, Come on, Julie, just push me!

It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? Easy to write a blog and express your thoughts?

Today yes. Today no. People can change their minds, can’t they?

What people are saying about my blog.

To be perfectly honest, now that I am a year into this blogging project I have a lot of doubts that people are saying much at all about my blog. I think for the most part a lot of people have forgotten I publish a blog. I am a stats addict. That means I often check who is visiting.

Checking your stats

I like checking my stats to see who is reading this. It has to do with being a seeing you. You walk into the room and the first thing you do is make eye contact with your the people in front of you. When you are a blog writer you have little idea who is reading this except for the people who leave comments.

Surprise someone with a smile.

Surprise someone with a smile.

How I wish I could see your eyes. I bet they are beautiful!

God bless you for not giving up on me. It isn’t always fun. I am not always funny. Although I do admit my favorite comment has to be the people who say I make them laugh. What a wonderful ability it is to make someone laugh.

I also love hearing my mom tell me she is proud of me. And my dad too. And lots of supportive loving friends. It’s nice to hear. Unfortunately for insecurities I cannot hear it enough. I think maybe that is why I keep putting my thoughts out there. I keep contributing because I love hearing Julie, I love your blog.

There’s a strange phenomenon attached to comments. It’s hard to explain but some of us blog writers base the quality of our content by the feedback we get from our readers. I’ll be more explicit. I’d like to think that most blog writers LOVE to receive comments. I think this is because we want to know our words count.

At the same time, a lot times when I am in front of my classroom, I’m happy if everyone just stays quiet so I can get my lesson done. What I am trying to say to you here now is that I like comments and when I don’t get any I feel like I am not connecting with the reader.

Connecting with the Reader

At the same time, I haven’t been writing as much as I used to so I have no qualms in saying I’m not getting as many visitors as say in the first days. I do have a steady stream of lovely people however who continue to wander on by and read my thoughts and for that I am truly thankful.

Yes. You. I'm writing to you.

Yes. You. I'm writing to you.

The craziest thing about my readership has to be the fact that my blog readers are TRULY from all corners of the earth. Every time I check my visitor stats, I see clicks from all over the world. I wish I knew how in the world you guys found me. I’m glad you did!

Well.

Friends.

Once again.

Thank you for stopping by and having a chat with me. I appreciate your silence. I appreciate your words. I appreciate that you are sharing this moment with me here now.

Have a wonderful day.

Julie

It’s a new day and new dawn and I’m feeling good.

Flowers for my sister. This is a water color painting a bit bigger than the size of a your laptop opened up.

Today I'm offering you love, a smile, a hug and some well wishes. .¸.•´* ♫`*.♥

I’m dedicating this post to my blogging friend over at Tiny Island in Singapore as she has shown the courage day in and day out to be an excellent blogger.

Two days ago I wrote on facebook that I was going through a bit of a difficult time and I asked for prayers. Within one day I received countless messages of support. I feel as though I am being held up by angels. It hasn’t been easy for me, this whole blogging journal.

Friends who have known me best know I have written a journal for all of my life. I like to write. Who doesn’t? How could you NOT like to write? It’s just like talking to yourself. I do it because I feel like once I get my thoughts written on the page, they might just make sense.

Then later I can go back and try to understand them.

That would be an ideal life, wouldn’t it? If everything just made sense?

I’m really hesitant to share why I’m going through my difficult times at the same time I feel like it’s absolutely necessary to write them down.

Bloggers have a love hate relationship in my opinion with comments. Comments seem to be the first thing people like to read in an article ~ to see what people are talking about.

But I don't want to go among mad people", said Alice. "Oh, you can't help that", said the cat. "We're all mad here."

But I don't want to go among mad people", said Alice. "Oh, you can't help that", said the cat. "We're all mad here."

Well, who writes comments on a blog when everyone is over chatting on facebook? When a blogger puts himself out for commenting and receives NO COMMENT, then they think Well, that was fun.

Plus, unfortunately, positive feedback never seems to be enough, or does it? How insecure can a person be? You could get a hundred comments. Or, you could get no comments in six months as one blogger confessed. When is enough, enough?

Hey, I heard that.

I believe words count. One of my favorite examples is:

‘Let’s eat Grandma’ or ‘Let’s eat Grandma!’ Punctuation saves lives.

It just matters to me how sometimes I think that this world is made up of good and evil. I always choose to see the good. That’s the positive person inside of me. But the more I read, the more I see, also see how the world is also full of evil. I see images of my friends who have their kids home from the war in Afghanistan. I read a lot. It’s a crazy world out there. It’s also a beautiful world too if you choose to see it that way.

I watch TV too. I saw David Letterman host a man who had killed someone in combat. He talked about it. What a burden to bear. I watch a channel here that shows how the prisons have a budget three times the budget that goes to education. That floors me. I worry sick about our youth. I think we have to transmit what love and life and  beauty are to them.

Do you guys have ANY idea what these kids are going through? I work with teenagers and they are just like you and I, they are REAL people trying to carve out a life for themselves given the resources they have.

And what are we leaving them as a human race? Are we leaving them an earth that is free of war and hate? Are we leaving them a world that is damaged by pollution? Are we instilling morals and values in them. Are we teaching them that by simple acts of kindness we can make our worlds better?

Do we say the words “You are bad.” or “You are a good kid, you just used bad judgement?”

Did you guys know that kids when they are like 11 or 12 don’t know how to make friends? They will walk up to other kids in the class and just be downright mean. They will say insulting comments to their friends just because they can. I like to tell them, you know that’s not really the best way to make friends.

They will learn. Kids are smart.

Yes, I can paint a pretty picture and make everything look beautiful and rosy. And yes, wherever you go, well, there you are.

What I am trying to say is folks, friends, guys and dolls, surround yourself by lovely things. Believe in yourself. I do. When and if someone says a comment that you choose to believe, remember, you are the one who has chosen to give importance to their words. So choose to hear the good things. Choose the positive. Choose the good.

Much love,

Julie