I will be forty years old.
Can some one please explain to me how the heck this happened?? Because in my head, I’m still not a day over 35 25.
More later; for now I’m doing minimal house chores, taking the kids to the park where I’m going to chat with another home schooling mom while my kids hunt for snakes and crayfish. I’ll read and write and wish some one else would cook me dinner.
Have a great day, readers. I know I will…
Spring cleaning today. I wiped clean the walls in the family room, now free from a winter’s worth of wood stove dust. The walls, butter yellow, a color I painstakingly selected years ago. In the hallway, a dime-sized hole in that yellow Sheetrock.
Each time I walk past that blip of an imperfection, my spirit growls. Stupid hole, don’t you dare get bigger.
So what do I do with this?
This is Kolkata, India.
Suddenly a little hole in the wall is not such a big deal.
Who lives there? Is there a mom like me, cleaning, wiping away grime from walls that are nothing like mine?
What does she think of her walls made of cloth and sticks?
Lord, help me…
Proverbs 31:8-9
Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.
I really believe that; Twitter is now the most popular way for online women to communicate to a large audience.
As you know, I took an extended leave from Twitter and Facebook from late February to April 9. Not clicking over to Facebook was easy; Twitter I missed terribly. A few times I thought of breaking fast and jumping back in. The chatter, the direct messages, seeing that @ reply in the stream is a real kick in the pants.
And I was lonely. Giving up Twitter, it was like I wasn’t part of the blogging community anymore. I was still here blogging, leaving comments and reading other blogs, but I wasn’t part of the larger group, because they were all still giving their attention to Twitter (imagine that!). All my traffic coming from Twitter, dropped to almost nil. I missed that too. It reminded me of being a newbie, trying to find readers and build up traffic.
It wasn’t that long ago when we would visit blogs to meet each other, now we visit Twitter to meet virtually.
Not only that, but when one of us – and I’m talking moms who blog - is hurt, suffering or wronged, Twitter takes up the cause. Remember Motrin Moms? Currently, twitter moms are raising money for the March of Dimes in memory of the daughter of a mom blogger. You can do that with a blog, but with Twitter, and the amazing hash tag, it’s so much easier.
So I’m back on Twitter, but this time with a better approach. For one, I’m not going back to that compulsion to constantly send tweets out regarding little snippets of life. I enjoy the word pictures of what people are doing, that’s why I like to tweet that too, but I feel a need to tip the balance toward helpful information. Links folks can use, learn and grow in knowledge.
If you follow me, you may have noticed I’ve been sending out links about women and children in crisis. The more I read about poverty, it’s connection to human trafficking and the sex trade… sad stuff there. That’s the new purpose to my tweets – getting the message out about these precious lives worth far more than the 140 characters I dedicate to them.
Blogs won’t die. But they are no longer the dominate means of social interaction for women on the web.
What do you think? Am I completely crazy or wicked smart? You have up to 140 characters to explain your opinion. Kidding – Twitter humor, of course.