Baby Steps

I have had some bad days, days when I wonder if any of this is worth it.  They are the days when I want to pack up and go. Anywhere.  Anywhere that isn't here.  Days when I hate everyone around me and I am positive that no matter what I have done in the past year, I am going to end up exactly where I was before.  In a dead end job that I am not happy in.  Those are rough times. They are the nights when I cry into my pillow. They are the days that lack the ambition to do little more than sit at my computer and kill time.  They are the times that I think that I am kidding myself.

Then there are times when something unexpected happens, when the sun breaks through the clouds and the world is lovely.  Those are the times when I can actually see a different future, one where I am doing what I love and being happy in my life.  Okay, maybe I jump the gun a bit.  But still...they are moments that give me hope, and I am all about the hope.

Last night was one of those moments.  A friend, a cheerleader really, prompted me to do something that I was too shy to do.  She told me to get my stuff out there.  Use my Social Media know how and start promoting myself.  You see I write another blog - Vine Woman.  It is my blog of all that is good and wonderful about living in the Northwest.  It is all about my passion for food, wine, beer, travel, the good things in life.  This one is all about me, and my journey towards becoming Vine Woman.  This one is more private and introspective.  That one I actively promote.  This cheerleader (you know who you are) prompted me to start publicizing new posts.

So I did, about two weeks ago.  It was hard to do, but I did the conversions and tweeted about my latest and held my breath.  Nothing much happened, really.  Then yesterday, one of the wineries I follow on Twitter (and who seems to follow me), retweeted my blog.  I have 62 followers.  They have 1,000.  1,000 people saw that tweet and a goodly number of them decided to follow the link.  It is a small step.  A mere baby step.  But it is the kind of step that makes me think that maybe there is something to all of this after all. It was a good day.  It was a phenomenal day, really.  One to hold onto for those days that are miserable.