A couple of days ago I read an article on The Daily Post and came to the conclusion that I will never be featured on WordPress‘s Freshly Pressed, of that I have no doubt. To start with, I can not spell and my use of grammar is, well lets just say, iffy at best. If my professors could see my blog they would have to ask how in the name of all that is academically sound did that girl ever pass English? All I can say is that it was all by the grace of God that I got out of there with decent grades. Not only am I dealing with that problem, I am inconsistent with my posts. If nothing happens to me, there is nothing to write about. And lets face it, the blog content of the life and times of Life is a bowl of Kibble is not profound or earth shaking.
I started writing on Blogspot.com. I wrote like I did in college. I would get a comment once in a blue moon but it was for some Work At Home opportunities. I had one follower and that was my bestest friend. I tried writing articles of importance, editorials of current events, the weather, anything I could think of that would catch the interest of the masses. Deafening Silence . But how could that be? I could command a room full of people if ever asked to speak at a gathering. I could talk on various topics and never see a fidgety person. WHY could I not reach out and grab the attention of some wonderful reader that can’t wait to tell me how great the story was or to cuss me out because I wrote something that was propaganda worthy? Because, I am a southerner. I have a southern rhythm that you could not hear in writing . I speak with an accent that most can’t understand and I dare say that some can’t stand to hear. I am not lecturer. I do not have some divine knowledge that can peek a tear or move a soul. I am a bit on the airhead side, full of adventure, I flirt when I talk and use my accent to its fullest potential and with all that southern flirt I found I could make people laugh. In a world of daily tragedies, laughter is a universal sign of hope and goodwill. It motivates me to look for the funny in life. It moves me and it can peek a tear from my eyes to hear a person laugh even in the face of death. (r.i.p. mom) With this realization, I changed my writing style and blog home. Unfortunately, I could not change my fundamentally challenged grammar and in a way I do not seek to. It makes me…me. And this is just a part of the many reasons I would never be considered for Freshly Pressed.
Would I really want to be freshly pressed? Well when I started blogging, on WordPress.com, I read a Pressed article about being Subscribed into Submission. Heck, I know that feeling. I Hit 90 subscribers in just months of starting this blog and it scared the bajesus out of me. I could not think of a thing to write. I felt an overwhelming responsibly to all the good people that liked me as much as I liked me. (wink) I could tell stories to folks in the park or at the store without a hitch but putting me, the real me, into words time after time was HARD. This ambitious undertaking was doing me in, hence the lack of daily, weekly or sometimes monthly post. This is yet another reason I will never make it. I have come to the conclusion that my subscribers, my followers make me feel Freshly Pressed everytime they like or comment. They are what makes me feel good each time I hit publish. They accept me for me with all my spelling and structural mistakes. Thank you for making me feel worthy enough to come into your life.
To conclude, I now declare myself as being Freshly Laundered by all that follow me. May I never let you down and always keep you laughing or at least donning a smile.