2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 3,900 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Why Authors Suck as Bloggers

Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:

Authors normally suck as bloggers because they write well. Their level of achievement prior to blogging keeps them from really understanding what blogging is. They don’t feel a need to be social on social media and that in turn creates their own frustrating predicament. How do they gain readers when they won’t even acknowledge the value of the reader? It creates a mind job for many established or newly published authors when trying to publicize their work. This is why authors suck at blogging because they refuse to really become bloggers.

There is still a stigma that blogging is not real writing even though recent years has shown evidence that contradicts this assessment. It is personal ego that really fuels this viewpoint. As with anything in life there is snobbery in this field. The “real writers” hate the “fake writers” that become more successful than they are. They find reasons…

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Resolve the Impossible

Originally posted on adoptingjames:

goalsEvery year we make the same old resolutions then wonder why we fail to keep them.

I wonder if we don’t keep these resolutions because they’re not good enough.

Usually our resolutions aren’t made in order to change our lives – they’re made in order to accommodate our lifestyle, and let’s face it, not many of us are happy with our current 9-5 lives.

Many of us are slouching around just to get to work on time, tune out on our lunch break, curse at the traffic on our way home, and endure screaming kids and crying babies during half-eaten dinners.

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And yet, our resolution is to simply get a raise or lose a few pounds?

I think it’s time to set our expectations – and our hopes – a little higher.

One thing I ask most people I encounter is, “What do you really want to do?” I’ve gotten answers from…

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WordPress – The Truth About SEO

Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:

Let me share what I know about SEO, Google SEO, and how it all connects to WordPress. Some of you may know this info, but many are clueless. I’ll explain.

If you are hosted on WordPress.com you do not need Google SEO to find an audience. Your audience is right here already waiting for you to connect. That is on you and how much you want to be “found.” That doesn’t mean SOME of the advice you read on SEO isn’t relevant because it still can be. Photos will make your post more noticeable (I rarely use them), the title does matter (my titles suck), tags really matter (I mainly tag with the top traffic tags), and the time of day in which you post is also important (for me that is about 10 am – 11 am MDT due to a large American audience). If you self-host or cannot…

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Women are Crazy (The way to lose your female readers)

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Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:

This is not a relationship blog, but occasionally I will write about and share some revolutionary facts that I discover in my life. Here is one fact that I would love to write about (but not discuss) women are crazy. I would go so far as to say “most” women are crazy and the funny part is they make sense to each other. That really is the kicker, because women can understand the craziness in one another, they then do not consider themselves crazy. Impeccable logic to be sure, it is hard to debate evidence so sound.

Women pick arguments on purpose. The only time men pick arguments on purpose is if we do not like someone, we are drunk, there is a Raider’s fan in the room, or we decide to act macho in front of our woman. Men do not often argue just to argue, do you know…

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A Molting Soul

There comes a time to let go. To loosen your white-knuckled grip. To close your eyes and focus on the FEEL of it.

How do you know when it’s time? You feel it. It’s as simple and as complex as that.

I’ve let myself be caught up in a world of lies, deceit, pain, and humiliation and shame for far too long. It took up almost every second of my 37th year.

It’s time now.

I’m letting go. I’m feeling it. And it is moving, stirring in my soul. A bird with new feathers. About to take flight.

A molting soul is a soul reborn and set on fire.

Bitch Slaps & Bowling

I work downtown now. My ex works downtown. We work within walking distance of each other. I’d like to work within bitch-slapping distance. Just for an hour. Jerk.

Despite my aggressive lexicon, I am not bitter about the entire premise of our relationship (me and him#1). I am, however, angry at the shit I did after our relationship ended. I am angry and ashamed. I behaved a bit “creepy stalker”-ish. I know where my actions stemmed from and most had nothing to do with him #1 but with him #2 and the hell I went through.

Him #1 was, in my opinion, a good man making heartbreaking decisions and actions with a hurting and hiding heart. Still a jerk face though. That reminds me…bitch-slapping sounds cathartic.

Him #2 was, in my experience, a drug and alcohol addicted, physically, emotionally, mentally and sexually abusive, broken soul. I have no description of the agony he brought and I allowed. Insert 387,463 bitch slaps here.

Seems my “hims” have something in common. Me. For some time I believed it was they who were broken, the bad guys. That I was merely a victim. I see now that, yes they had their poisons, but I chose to remain with these “hims.”

The common denominator is me. I chose a married man (him #1). I chose a man I knew was dangerous (#2). Details such as “in the beginning I didn’t know he was married” or “he was drunk, he didn’t mean to do it”
don’t matter. They are pathetic and weak. Those are reasons turned into excuses.

I wrote a blog the other day entitled “37-38 Changes” where I wrote of the changes that have occurred between my 37th birthday and my imminent 38th birthday. Sure Him #1 was included. He was a HUGE part of my 37th year. But I also wrote of other changes, changes that were also important and life altering. Like my Life Journey.

Recently, Him #1’s wife and her posse have read my blog. That’s fine. I speak truth. TRUTH. Understandably, this upsets Him #1’s wife. I get it. But, you must understand I do not and will not write any words which are not true to my core. In addition, I will not intentionally hurt anyone. I don’t cater to the whiny, angry wants of those who disagree. You don’t have to like my blog, but you also don’t have to read it. Easy peasy.

I am still on a journey of self discovery and self forgiveness and, ultimately, self love. I examine my heart to ensure I stay on the path out of the woods. I have accountability to heart friends I will lay down my life for. They are my bumpers in the bowling game of life.

So lately, when I look into my heart, I wonder what will I do the next time a Him #1 or Him #2 comes along?

I will love myself enough to aim for the kingpin.

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