Does Anyone Blog Anymore?

I am the queen of being behind the proverbial eight ball, but this time, I think I'll just lean in and call it vintage. Yep, that’s what I’m doing… while all of you are out there slaying TikTok and figuring out the algorithms of Instagram I am going back to the sale rack of the thrift shop of social media, blogging, because damn it, I love to write for as long as I WANT TO WRITE and I fucking hate being on camera. Plus, I don’t care if anyone reads this. And that will be demonstrated clearly in my next paragraph. 

Somehow I had three babies and I THINK I avoided this fiery hell called hemorrhoids, or maybe I had them but everything else was so destroyed, and the total lack of sleep and inability to function covered up those nasty little suckers so I had zero idea that they were happening.  Regardless… it’s happening now and all I really have to focus on is the fact that my insides are now on the outside and I am uncomfortable as hell and every time I google that word, (and yes, now when I type the letter H google assumes that is all I want to talk about) the answers are NOT changing and I could be in this situation for either a couple of days or the next couple of weeks! What the hell! 

AND… pray tell Cara, while we are talking about hell, something I am most definitely putting anyone reading this through by chatting casually about my ‘problems’. Does this have to do with you starting a blog or not?!  Probably not a lot and everything all at once, and it will certainly be something I will undoubtedly regret in the very near future.  

I’ve noticed that when ideas come at you or when your life gets flipped upside down we want to think that it happens slowly and over time, I think we actually try to remember it that way, but truly it happens within minutes or within the timeframe of a second.  

You’re pregnant. Life changed.  

You got the job. Life changed. 

There has been an accident. Life changed. 

Test results are back. Life changed. 

Sometimes you hear something that flips a switch in you and makes you wonder why you have been sitting on your ass for so long. Sometimes you hear a group of words strung together in such a way and they all suddenly make sense of all of the moments of doubt that you have carried around for so long seem utterly ridiculous. They turn all that has burned for so long inside and shove it outside of you making it hurt until you say YES!

The way I saw my world got a little shaken up just a couple of days ago by the words of one woman. A woman I invited to share her story and her talents with a group of people at lunch. This was an innocent invite. This was SUPPOSED to be an impactful lunch for the people who signed up. I am good. I have enough on my plate that I already can’t manage. I have enough self-doubt for a small country, and I have enough items unchecked on the to-do list I haven’t even written. And for fucks sake I am brilliantly not making money with all the things I am doing and or not doing so I AM GOOD!  

I invited the infamous Katy Brown to speak to a group of people looking for ‘more’ during their lunch on a cold December Thursday afternoon in Iowa, this was NOT supposed to shake me. Hear this. I am fine. Everything is fine. I am fine. But… not really. 

Because as I sat there in pain, having the best time, I realized I wanted MORE too! I wanted to say YES!  I want to figure out how to have it all! MEEEE!!! Why can’t it be me?!! This seems so possible.  Look, you decided to do this lunch thing just a couple of months ago- so this is possible! So why do you keep getting in your own way?!! 

I was almost having a full-blown toddler-level tantrum inside my body while sitting in front of over 40 professionals and next to the woman who was not only inspiring me but also starting a storm within me.  

I talk about fear... a lot.  I have a flipping podcast called 1Year 1Fear.  I practice working on fears all the time, but I realized that day: I let them stand in my way all the time, but it doesn’t have to.  

I fear success.  

I fear a no.  

I fear a yes.  

I fear more.  

So this year… as I walk into 2025 it’s time for a new year of fear. No, it’s not the blog, but the blog will be a part of the journey… the blog will be my, let’s say, ‘fear record keeper’.  

I never start my 1Y1F in January because I hate New Year's resolutions, so this year I am beginning January 1st, because I can and it’s time.  So that means I have less than a month to get down on paper what my idea of success is.  I have to realize the no’s that scare me.  I have to figure out why some yeses make me shake in my boots, and what the MORE is that I feel I desire so damn much… and then… every time I feel myself running away from those fears next year, I will do the opposite.

If you have made it this far and past my hemorrhoids and aren’t scared of reading longer than 15-second posts then I am your girl and you, my friend, are vintage 2010 just like me… but I am not going back to skinny jeans, my calves are loving their freedom! 

Cheers!