I don’t work.
Well, I do work but it’s not a societal definition of what “work” is.
I don’t clock on, I don’t clock off.
My job is Mum 24/7.
No pay. No holidays.
One of my favourite times of day is when I get up, get Leo his milk, make myself a coffee and then don’t move until I finish every last drop. I curl up on the couch, with my phone or ipad and read what the overseas bloggers have posted during my sleep time.
So I stumbled across this post by Tara Mohr on being an expert. How women shy away from this type of exclamation because we feel that we don’t know enough or don’t have the right qualifications.
Which lead me to get thinking on how I define my blogging.
I often say, when people ask me what I do, that I do nothing, I have little kids. Oh and I also blog.
It’s an after thought and I come across, I think, like I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I do this.
When do I get to call this work? Or when do I say “I’m a writer.”
If I got a sponsor?
If I got a paid gig? If so, then how many paid gig’s do I need before I am a writer?
So this week my girlfriend and I finished the final written edit on a book we’ve been working on for about a year now. It will head into design stage now and then at some stage we will promote it and it will be available to purchase.
I finished the edit this morning and was like, cool that’s off my to-do list.
But we wrote a freaking book.
So I am going to celebrate it by doing a little dance, here, by myself in my living room (Ally McBeal style…). Oh and by the way this is my 200th post – 200!!
Join me if you like, if you feel like you have something to celebrate?
Maybe you did something awesome that you over-looked?
Or maybe it’s just that you are already pretty special and you don’t take enough time to validate yourself?
Tell me what it is – I want to know! I’ll help you encourage yourself.