New Kid On The BlockSelena Mills
I’m not gonna lie. When I received an email from Babble’s blog editor, I nearly deleted it without even opening it. I then promptly felt ill with nervous excitement when I realized what it was and didn’t. On one of those days when the email over-floweth, my calendar was busting at the seams with deadlines and I was click happy with coffee in hand. Studiously making it all go away. But wait…what’s this? Did my eyes read right? An invitation to blog on Babble? Huzzah. Could I? Can I? Gulp.
When it comes right down to it, for all of my accomplishments, I’m a fairly humble lass. Which mixes well (for the most part), next to my more vibrant; shall we say, feisty traits? Yes, I have a blog, which I contribute to. Periodically. A place where I share recipes, have a good kvetch here and there, advocate for my community and peoples, and anything else I darn well fancy to write about. Not organized in the least, nary a Wordless Wednesday,’ or a, Fashion Friday from me.’ Not that there’s anything wrong with that, if that’s your schtick. I hear from the experts’ that’s the way to go to build your readership. Create your niche, your brand; be consistent, that and comment on other blogs.
It’s just that, as a writer, I never felt I was a particularly…shall we say, advanced one. I take more time than the average blogger me thinks, my posts often turning into novella’s of sorts. Having forayed into the blogsphere just after the birth of my sweet baby boy and starting up my own small crafty business much around the same juncture; time was, and continues to be sparse. I made some smart/hard decisions, regarding effective time management lest the stress monster eat me and to stay home after my mat leave ended. Such as leaving my seat on the board for this awesome little Canadian Folk Festy and my rewarding position as Director of Membership, Volunteer & Fundraising Services the Native Canadian Centre of Toronto. As life often does, other opportunities came my way. I can admit to being a tad bit nutters when it comes to involving myself in projects and perhaps being that type who just loves to work.
I need to challenge myself and delve into uncharted territory, tapping into the gifts I know I possess, in order to be happy and feel fulfilled. As soon as I discovered I was pregnant this sort of awakening began. Aside from wanting to be the best momma could be. Continually making family and my boy’s care top priority…I mean, I was always a bit of a go-getter, but I was also known as quite the dark/’troubled’ party girl in my younger years, many I am sure (including me) not confident of where I would end up. There are reasons for that, of such accordance I shall spare you from. This time. Because; as it turns out, not every article needs to be a novella, although I DO believe in sharing. I believe our stories, from the beautiful to the tragic, can be powerful. That our voices can heal, inspire, awaken, humour and educate one another, if we let them.
So. This is but a small part of my story, one that I may get back to here and there. Overall, I’m here to talk about my most challenging, most life-altering, most amazing and rewarding job as of yet, being an expectant mom. From the heartache of being told was told it wasn’t in the cards for me, to the everyday trials and tribulations of now – expecting #2! I am honoured to be sharing the panel with such established, professional writers and I hope to continue to be a source of quality content to satisfy the masses. I can’t promise not to ruffle some feathers at times, but I can promise that I am a subscriber to the mantra of the, let’s-support-one-another more-rather-than-judge, ilk. Which is hard at times, I know, but I try. Riding a fine line between just that: sharing in my journey of Being Pregnant, along with my own researched opinions on such relatable topics. The internets shall get me, I suppose. What do you want to hear about from this Anishinaabe/Canadian mama?