The micro-blogging site that changed the world…

Seven years ago today, a site launched that would change my life. 18 months later I would find out about it and sign up. I learned about Twitter at work. I was reading some article about marketing and the author mentioned this new micro-blogging site that was starting to take off.

At first, I didn’t get it. As you can see from my very first tweet…it wasn’t interesting.

The tweet that started it all.

The tweet that started it all.

Eventually, Twitter became another creative writing outlet for me. In this ADD world, it was perfect. The thoughts that crowded my mind would quickly find an escape. Not all of my thoughts were lengthy enough for a blog post, but they needed to be expressed. I’d already been blogging for three years at that point, but my creativity was always yearning for another outlet.

What I didn’t know then was that in 3 and a half years, I would meet the love of my life through Twitter.

At first, I followed people whose blogs I read. I’d regularly commented on them, but Twitter let me interact with them in almost real time. Eventually, I started following whoever they were following because their retweets were interesting. Through the course of my online life, I gathered more people to follow and who followed me.

One of those people lead me to Paul. I still remember the day I started following him. His profile and his tweets called to something in me. We seemed to have the same outlook on so many things, the same sense of humor…Plus, I liked the picture of the gopher he used in his avatar.

It was at tweetups that I made the conversion of online friends to friends in real life. It still amazes me that if you interact with someone on Twitter enough, you will get the gist of how they are in real life. And they only have 140 characters to get their point across.

So, here’s to you, Twitter. Thank you to those people who invented you and keep you running. I’m moving to Minnesota next month to live with Paul and it’s all your fault that I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

What’s popular isn’t always good.

FortuneI’m not misquoting Howard Cosell.  I’m waxing philosophical.  KCRA is running their local A List popularity contest again.

And of course, my blog automatically got “nominated” because I put it on there last year and they just keep renewing the nomination status regardless of whether or not I actually continue to blog.

But, then I thought, “What is a blog?”  As I’ve stated before, I incorrectly assume that all bloggers are writers.

They’re not.

I’ve seen many a blog with fair to middling content on it (and that’s being generous) which brands and marketers deem to be popular.  Heck, many people will allegedly read them religiously.  Maybe it’s because they give away free shit or coupons.  It’s not that I don’t enjoy the odd product review blog, it’s that I don’t like poor writing.

It’s still difficult for me to reconcile a blogger not being a writer.  I mean isn’t 99% of what’s on a blog written content?  Shouldn’t it be well written?  How can you not enjoy writing and not want to hone your craft if you are a blogger?

But, who am I to judge?  Who’s to say my content is well written?  You would think that if it was good, my blog would be getting more visitors, shared on the interwebs with regularity, and have comment after comment.

Maybe the problem is that I don’t write for an audience.  It’s nice that people read my stuff, but I write to get the shit rolling around in my head out of it.

So, if you are one of the few people who does read my blog and want to cast your vote, please click the link on the right.  But be warned:

  1. You will have to register to vote.  It’s the American way.
  2. You only get to vote once per category. I understand if you like another blogger more than me.
  3. You won’t get an entry in a contest for free shit if you vote for me. I don’t need to violate terms of service anymore.

I will thank you for your vote.  It’s only polite.

Life: Risks and Rewards

I don’t think of myself as foolish. Foolish people don’t have a plan. I have a plan. It may not be the best one, but at least I’ve got one. Moving to Minnesota to be with Paul feels like the right thing to do. Every time I think about being with him, I smile.

It never occurred to me that some people who hear our story might think I’m being a silly woman by giving up my life and moving out to be with him. I’m not giving up my life. I’m starting a new one.

A goal I am aiming to reach.

A goal I am aiming to reach.

I’m in my late 30s. Years and years of experience are under my belt.  I’ve lived on my own for a very long time. It’s time to try something completely different. I wasn’t always happy with my life. Correction, I was mostly happy, but something was always missing. Now, I have the opportunity not only to be with the man I love, but to also change career paths, reinvent myself professionally.

If you ask me, I’m being courageous.  Not many people have the guts to do what brings them joy.  They fear the unknown. They prefer the devil they know versus the devil they don’t. I know in my gut, I’m doing the right thing.

Sure, I don’t have a job lined up yet, but I’m not going to worry about that. I have a plan and I’m going to let the universe put me where I need to be. The right job will come along. I know it will. Until then, I’ve got savings and I can do temp work. See, a plan.

Maybe I’m meant to be in a whole different industry. Maybe I’m meant to start my own company. The possibilities are endless.  I’m open to whatever the universe wants me to do to earn a living.  My dream job is one where someone pays me to write, be it on social media, general marketing, or even just on the back of a napkin.

What I do know is that my goal is to expand my writing career. I make a little money at it now, but I’d like it to be more substantial. Writing is truly a joy for me. Sure, I’m good at being someone’s assistant, but it’s not where my joy lies. I want to be creative, not just pay bills anymore.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to do something to pay my bills. I like buying stuff and traveling, but more energy will be put into my creativity and do more things that bring me joy…Like moving to Minnesota to be with Paul. It might be a little scary, but that risk is definitely work taking.  Like Paul wrote on that chalkboard in Caribou Coffee, my goal is to be more awesome.

Party on, Twitter.

For you old fogies who don’t know, a Twitter party is where a sponsor gathers a bunch of people to talk about their product. Usually there are prizes given away. Once I got a $10 gift card for Subway. Hey, that’s a couple of lunches just for talking on the internet.

But wait, aren’t there chats on twitter? Well, my friend, I believe a Twitter chat usually does not involve sponsored giveaways. It’s usually just a bunch of people talking about a specific subject. Instead of a bunch of people talking about random subjects…

The problem I have with Twitter parties is when they occur. I’ve seen so many that happen while I’m at work. Hello, at 3:00 PM Eastern, I’m lucky if I’m having lunch. I suppose I could join in one while on my lunch break, but they aren’t easy to attend on an iPhone. You have to keep up with a bunch of chatting people, usually by following a specific hashtag. The host usually asks questions to keep the flow going. It’s interesting to see everyone’s answers. Plus, you can get some social media “clout” if you get a bunch of people sharing your tweet. Not that it matters…

Anyway, it just sucks that I can’t chat about makeup because I’m stuck at work making money. Whatever. I’ll just talk to myself about makeup. That’s what blogging is, right?

Singles: Not Doomed

The other day I got a Google Alert about “dating in Sacramento.” The local Fox affiliate did a piece called Dating in Sacramento, Are Singles Doomed? Instantly, I was pissed off.

It wasn’t because the folks at Fox40 didn’t ask a Sacramento dating blogger for her opinion after documenting years in the local dating scene…it was because of this thought that popped into my head:

“Dammit, stop trying to feed into people’s fears to get them to watch your programming!”

Being single isn’t the same as being doomed. There’s nothing wrong with being single. Yes, it’s tough on Valentine’s Day, which is when they aired the piece, but other than that it’s not that bad.

Dating is hard, there’s no doubt about it, but it’s not because of being in Sacramento. It’s tough all over the whole world. Get on any social media platform and you will see singles across the globe lamenting the poor ratio of available and/or suitable dates.

The problem isn’t in the numbers. The problem is in the quality. People mostly suck. They are rude and scared and dating brings it all out of them.

We are all guilty of it. Most of us grow up at some point, but many don’t. Take it from a gal who has kissed her fair share of frogs. If I hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t appreciate the prince who finally found me…or I found him…either way, we found each other after years of heartbreak from others.

The one thing the video clip said that is true is that you have to look to find love. It goes back to my “take a chance” stance.  Thank goodness they didn’t barf up that old “you’ll find love when you’re not looking for it” cliche.  Anyone who says that to a single person needs to be whipped by a wet noodle.

Single People: Have a Hopeful Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine's Day, Paul.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Paul.

For the first time in my life, I have a Valentine. Oh what a Valentine. He makes me laugh. We seem to be on the same wavelength or page about everything. I am head over heels in love with him.

It’s nothing short of a miracle.

This time last year, I was lonely, bitter, and pretty much convinced that I’d never be in a relationship as an adult. Little did I know that a guy who lived 1,500 miles away would do something crazy in a few months and change my life for the better. What did he do? He decided to take a chance and visit a woman he’d only known digitally through social media.

If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that story, but you also know the pain of my previous loneliness.

On this Valentine’s Day, I want anyone who might be reading this who feels lonely, bitter, and little hope to stay hopeful. I am convinced that there is someone out there for everyone. Even in the depths of my despair, I clung to that hope. I am so glad that I did.

I was rewarded with the sweetest boyfriend ever. I actually found someone I love who loves me back. He makes me laugh. He excites me beyond words. I can’t stop crying as I write this because I miss him terribly, but I know in a couple of months we will be together again. That’s the crazy chance I’m taking, moving in with a guy I’ve only been dating for 5 months. I’m picking up my whole life and moving it to Minnesota because I know it’s going to be awesome to be with him.

I have no advice on how to find that person meant for you. All the advice given me was bunk, except one thing: Take a chance.

Random Thoughts on a Job Search

I haven’t searched for a job in about six years. It’s not as bad as dating, but it’s definitely challenging.

Part of me wants to find a job in an entirely new industry. Part of me just wants to freelance and do some writing. Part of me wants to do the same thing I’ve been doing because I’ve been doing it for 14 years and I can do it without thinking about it much. The thing is that I’m tired of the stress of my current job. It’s not the people. My bosses and coworkers are great people. I’m just tired of the constant fire drills. To paraphrase Danny Glover, I’m too old for that shit.

Or maybe I just wish we weren’t so understaffed. I don’t know. I just want a job that makes me happy, a job that I like getting up for in the mornings.

I dream of some slick social media or writing job.  You know where get paid to surf the web, travel, and write my opinions on the matter.

I try to find those jobs, but I have no idea where to find them and odds are they either don’t pay much or I’m not qualified for them.

The reality is that every job is going to have some level of stress, whether it’s from stability or day to day tasks.

You know I’m losing my mind when I think that being a stay at home mom might not be such a bad thing. I mean I could yell at my kids if they are acting up. I can’t do that to my bosses.

Then of course there’s my fear of not having my own income. I cannot imagine not having a 9 to 5 job. Or in my case a 7:45 to 5:30 job. Maybe that’s the real problem, the hours I’ve been working. I need to clamp down and stick to something more reasonable. And granted, I do get to go home early most Fridays. It all evens out.

Much like the right boyfriend, the right job will find me at the right time. I just hope the universe acts a little more quickly in this case.