Wrangler Dani

It’s been quiet ’round these parts, because I haven’t known what to say lately. It’s not that life has handed me lemons and I’m out of sugar (and thus can’t make the proverbial lemonade), it’s that life has handed me starfruits and green mangoes and I’m baffled about what to do with them. There’s nothing big and wonderful or giant and terrifying happening in my life at the moment, and I don’t know what to do with a lot of small, grey pieces of nothing. I’ve been feeling uninspired and underwhelmed and unable to even come up with a pithy reaction to my blase state.

This was the state of my heart going to Blog Sugar, a blogging conference that I attended yesterday in hopes of finding inspiration, or a friendly face, or a relatable topic, or SOMETHING to tell me that just because I make a living as a blogger doesn’t mean I have to know what I’m doing or feel good about it all the time.

And guess what?

I got all that, and more. I met a few wonderful girls who actually read my words by choice, and several who’s words I’ve been mulling over ever since. I realized that it’s OK to admit that I don’t always have inspiration, that I don’t always do things right, that I’m not always vacuuming in pearls (or ever).

I have a unique voice and a little personal corner of the world wide web, in which I want to craft beautiful words, stick to my convictions and say something worth saying, which is sometimes the simple admission that I don’t have anything figured out. Thanks, Blog Sugar, for reminding me that it’s OK to admit that how to handle what life has given me, but I’m probably better at this whole blogging/writing thing than I give myself credit for.
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