Acquiring blog readers is hard. Simple as that. At times, the vast technological universe that many of us partake in can make it difficult to attract those that are the target audience you are searching for. However, that involves you actively trying to attract an audience. When I started this blog back in January of 2011 it was for me to share experiences that were taking place at work, at home and within my day-to-day structure. I’ve blogged about my divorce, my job changes, working with other managers, fashion, sewing, dating, dancing, running and living with Fibromyalgia just to name a few of the most popular topics.
I started the blog as a way for me to get things off my chest that I wasn’t able to openly talk about until people started mentioning my blog. Placing links to my blog on my personal Facebook was a way for me to share with my friends and family what I was going though. During my marriage I lost touch with many people and have been trying to rebuild those relationships ever since. I thought that maybe if people had an opportunity to see all the pandemonium that was going on in my brain they would understand what had been going on when we lost touch.
Outside of my circle of friends it never occurred to me that there might be others out there that are interested in hearing about my sewing projects or management techniques. Who knew that my stories of being a 21st Century Gal would be that interesting to others? Oh yes, that’s right…my mother! Even at 29 it is still hard to admit that my mother is almost always right. See what I did there with the “almost” part? I’m sure there is something out there she might not be right about; such as biomechanical engineering or space travel.
It was my mother who started blogging before me and has shared her tips and tricks, so I guess I haven’t acquired these readers all on my own. I might make management sound amusing, but you should see what my mom can do with the topic of cancer. Never thought I could be laughing about cancer, but that’s how things work under her roof. Anything and everything has the potential of being funny. I’ll tell you what, it is rough knowing that as a teenager but quite amusing when you finally grow up and realize your parents aren’t as uncool as you once thought.
Thanks mom for sharing yet another life lesson with me. Check out her blog, The World According to Alexandra, if you’re looking for a good laugh. She even makes bodily functions funny instead of shamefully disgusting. Thank you to my readers who stop back regularly. For those of you who are just lurkers I invite you to subscribe to my blog and stick around for a bit. There are some big changes on the horizon and I can be you won’t want to miss out on them.
It’s no secret that going through a divorce screws up any preplanned timeline you may have had for yourself. If you are a list person, much like I am, then you know what I’m talking about. My list might be digital now but it’s still a list nonetheless. It’s got the usual yearly goals one might hope to attain: get a raise, go on a vacation, save “X” amount of money for savings, etc.
Now most of those things are still doable even despite a divorce. Well, except for maybe the one about saving spare cash if you are the one paying for the divorce as there might not be anything to spare until everything is said and done. If you’re a gal there is a good chance that you have a dream age you hope to get married by, buy your first home by, and possibly even have children by. I was never the type who dreamt about her wedding from a young age and knew exactly what she wanted, but with my last birthday of my 20s quickly approaching (as my lovely boyfriend pointed out over the weekend) I’ve become a little nuts about my timeline being a hot mess.
By no means do I want to rush into anything just for the sake of staying on some silly timeline I made for myself. I am at least rational enough to know that isn’t the way to go about things. However, I am still a gal and we all know that moments of weakness do on occasion compel us to be slightly irrational. Last week I threatened to cancel my social networking account after yet another friend from high school announced her upcoming bundle of joy. I am very happy for her and her husband…really! I think they both will be fabulous parents and that is going to be one lucky baby.
Then this week yet another friend announced his proposal to his longtime girlfriend. Another friend to be happy for…of course! Under the post about his engagement was page after page of status updates from my younger friends about their upcoming wedding or something adorable their little angel just did. Although the sane side of me is very happy that all of my friends seem to be in such a wonderful place in their lives, the less rational side of me slightly feels like I failed myself by not making the right decision the first time around.
Had I listened to my mother (I know she is saying “I told you so” while reading this), had I even listened to my current boyfriend as he told me he knew I was making the wrong choice, or had I let myself acknowledge any of the 5 million other red flags then maybe I wouldn’t have failed my own mental timeline. I know to some of you out there this seems nuts, but there are others out there who know just what I am talking about. I am lucky to be in a much better place now, with a man who I love and who treats me like gold. I have my friends back, the support to pursue my dreams and it seems like most things are just falling into place. Maybe it’s time to find out how to switch off that judgmental voice in my head so I can just enjoy where I am now.
This week’s theme has clearly been about Chicago and I’m going to kind of keep that going. The main event for our second trip to Illinois was to attend a wedding of a dear friend of mine. Oddly enough our friendship started by me cyber stalking his blog after judging a hysterical class project he was a part of during my stint working at a college. Who would have thought that about 5 years later that we would still laugh about that. We’ve been connected through various paid and unpaid jobs over the years. The more I’ve gotten to know him and his family the easier it has been to declare the Minneci’s as kind of a big deal.
As long as I’ve known John he’s told me stories of how wonderful Champaign, Illinois is. I’ve learned about his time working at the Custard Cup, the fact that you can reach your hand into the stomach of a live cow at the fair, and that overall it is his dream city to return to one day. After failed attempts to make it to Chicago over the years, I wasn’t sure how I would ever get to Champaign to see what John’s been talking about all these years.
John proposed to his girlfriend, who ironically knew Matt from her high school years, in the most epically (I couldn’t even find a real word to describe how good it was) ingenious way I’ve heard of. Sandi, also being a lover of John’s home town, agreed with John that the wedding would take place in Champaign and thus I was destined to finally make my visit when they invited us to be a part of their special day. I thought it was enough that I was going to get to see this town that I had heard so much about and witness their union with the rest of their friends and family. However, after the date was set and Sandi began her dress shopping John approached me with the most wonderful honor I’ve ever been given.
On October 9th, 2011 I had the privilege of watching an amazing couple take the dance floor for their very first dance as a married couple. There were ooo’s and ahhh’s when the crowd quickly realized that this wasn’t going to be any normal first dance. This couple had turned their first dance into a full-scale production. The entire reception crowded around the dance floor to watch the couple as they strutted their stuff in true Minneci style. While others clapped and cheered them on I stood front and center filming them on my camera while beaming. After only 2 rehearsals I watched Sandi and John take the steps they were given and turn them into so much more.
Over three minutes later the dance concluded and the crowd burst into applause while I teared up with such pride. I was so very proud of the couple’s performance and honored to say I was lucky enough to be asked to choreograph their first dance. I don’t know if John and Sandi will ever understand how much it meant to me for them to have the faith and trust to let me craft their first dance as a married couple.
With a little traditional ballroom, some Broadway, and a lot of style the groom successfully dipped his lovely bride and she kindly returned the favor before the dance was done. Guests cheered, chucked at their humor, and lovingly applauded their performance. Watching it unfold in front of us was a memory I’ll never forget. After many years of taking a chance on John and knowing it would pay off in the end, I am very thankful that he was willing to take a chance on me this time around. Thank you to the lovely couple and I’m so very proud of what they did out on that dance floor!