BlogHer16 is just two weeks away and to say I’m simply excited would be a gross understatement. To say I’m a bit nervous would also be a gross understatement. Mostly excited, only a tiny bit terrified.
You see, this is my first blogging conference and it’s arguably the largest blogging conference out there. In the world of blogging, I’m an infant that’s barely ready for solid food. But this blog has been years in the making and as my darling husband Rich said, “If you are going to do it, let’s get you set up to do it well.”
He’d said that before, but I couldn’t quite get my business together. But when he started encouraging me again last fall I thought that I might be able to do it this year. Then BlogHer16 made a big announcement: Mayim Bialik would be a keynote speaker at BlogHer16. That’s when I knew; this was my year. Continue reading
This site is supposed to be a safe place where we can bear our hearts to each other, lift each other up, comfort and encourage one another. And as the Chief Cheerleader, it’s my job to create that space. It’s my job to start the healing with confessions of my own, with honesty, vulnerability and brokenness. It’s my job to talk about hard things and share how I find joy and hope in any situation.
And I’ve been silent.
I’ve been silent because I simply didn’t have the words. The news of the world had just become too much. I was left stunned and broken and completely mute.
Until last night.
Hi, friends! We are just back from our annual trip to the beach and boy, has it put me in the summer frame of mind! This week’s edition includes a delicious summer treat, summer parenting hacks, a new scripture coloring book for the whole family, a great way to connect with your kiddos each day and a fun family activity. I hope you enjoy these posts as much as I did!
Friends, today we have our very first Outrageously Wonderful guest post. Rachel Adelicia is a fashion blogger, football enthusiast, working actor and dear friend. We first met in the dorms and have cheered each other on ever since. While she usually blogs about fashion, her Sunday Chronicles dive deep into the heart and that’s where we found this gem. You won’t want to miss a word of today’s post. You can find Rachel Adelicia each day at www.investmentpiece.com.
This post could also be titled, “What facing constant rejection has taught me about living”. Acting is an interesting beast–to be great you have to be raw, honest, and vulnerable. However, the process by which you get jobs–auditioning–is about constant rejection, making the whole “be vulnerable” thing a bit hard at times.
Ask any actor and we will all tell you that we have a love/hate relationship with auditions. At their best, auditions are great; you own the part for at least a moment and you feel so empowered. At their worst, auditions can be a flawed way to match a character with an actor, akin to choosing your starting QB in football based on who scored best on a physics test. Auditioning is in itself a skill-set, one which I like to think I’ve become fairly good at.
The older I get, the more I’ve realized that what’s true in the audition room is true in real life. The best moments come from open, raw, vulnerable things–and facing rejection can be scary. However, if you can work at being great at auditioning some of those lessons have to apply to real life, right? That’s my theory, and the following is what I’ve learned.
There are five days left in the school year, friends. Five days. I don’t know who’s more excited — the kids or the teachers.
No homework, spelling lists, math facts or AR books came home this week and Wild Man reports that more of his lessons are happening outdoors. I’m certain the uptick in nature hikes has nothing at all to do with the end of the year and has everything to do with the migratory patterns of the monarch butterflies that mean the playground is teeming with them. That totally counts as an extra helping of science, right?
Now, other parents may be frustrated that their kids are coming home literally spackled with dirt after building ponds for ants and tiny boats of sticks for the ants to sail on, but not this Mama. I’m thrilled.