It seems every week I am a bit last minute in deciding what Friday’s new prompt is going to be and waiting for the universe to provide the answer. Serves me right as I guess it has! I’ve been up and down all night – I won’t go into details but suffice to say I thought at first I may have eaten too much fruit yesterday but, no – it would appear to be more that I’m playing host to something my body’s doing its best to expel!
Of course, it had me thinking of being ill as a child when the grim reaper had to be hanging over my shoulder before Mum would agree to a day off school!
Ah ha! Perhaps then, it’s time for a prompt of “Childhood Illness”!
Other people’s responses to these weekly prompts hold surprises for me every time. It’s clear as the time goes by, how curious we are in the seemingly ordinary, especially experience different to our own or reminders of things we’d forgotten. Sometimes differences in age simply mean a bit of history can be told and what we may feel to be our ‘ordinary’ is fascinating to someone else.
So, let’s stick to a constraint of childhood but allow it to be up to late teens – Covering a lifetime’s illnesses might be too tricky – Remember too, it can of course be told from different perspectives – for example your memories as a friend, sibling or parent of a child.
If you’re new to Bite Size Memoir, it’s designed to help anyone record some personal memoir in small manageable bites. There’s a prompt every week and some constraints to keep it small (with full details at the bottom of this post). Feel free to dip in and out as a prompt grabs you, without the need for a weekly commitment.
To catch up on how it started, please read here. If you have your own blog and want to participate, please feel free to incorporate links to and from your post to encourage readers to blog hop.
I’ll start you off with my memories in two formats:
10 x I remember statements
I remember going for tea with a boy called Simon, so I could catch measles and get it out of the way with.
I remember chicken pox at thirteen and being disappointed I only got 14 of those incredibly itchy spots to paint sodium bicarbonate on.
I remember a winter vomiting virus or food poisoning in our cold, cold house.
I remember projectile vomiting across my bedspread, my brother doing the same. I assume my parents made it to the bathroom.
I remember we were all so bad the GP visited, went away and came back with medicine and that was my mother’s measure of how bad it must have been.
I remember vaguely all four us in one bed. My brother and I must have been small but we’d also run out of bedding.
I remember M having loads of molluscum growing on his body and being told they would take two years to resolve.
I remember the GP being amazed as well as delighted when I got rid of them in 4 weeks using lavender and tea tree oil. Apparently it couldn’t be done.
Another time, I remember sponging down and holding his hot and sticky little body, watching rapid breathing and flickering eyes.
I remember a sense of rising to my ultimate responsibility, to keep him safe until he’s ready for the world.
150 words prose
We weren’t often ill but probably had our fair share of childhood illnesses. Mum was the district nurse and she knew what being properly ill looked like. Many times I would be forced to drag my self to school even when I felt wretched.
Of course, she needed to go to work so us being home was an inconvenience. My complaints were usually met with a suspicious smile..
“Right!” as she drew the thermometer from her blue uniform top pocket, poked it under my tongue whilst she checked her pin-on watch – No temperature, no pass. Sometimes an aspirin and “Go on, You’ll be fine.” My friends seemed to have days off for much less.
Precious rare occasions when I warranted sympathy, scrambled eggs and hot buttered toast sat propped up in bed. I learned to drink tea so I could dip that thermometer in it when she wasn’t looking!
What do you remember?!
Here’s how you join in:
A REMINDER OF HOW THE BITE-SIZE MEMOIR CHALLENGE WORKS
1.Each Friday I’ll suggest a topic by 2pm UK time (BST) via my blog and Twitter (using the hashtag #BiteSizeMemoir – You don’t need to be on Twitter to participate.)
2. The challenge will be to write about the topic using
either
10 x “I remember statements”
or
150 x words (prose, or poem if you want to stretch yourself)
Either will make you pick and choose your words carefully whilst keeping a tight focus for time’s sake. You might want to write more, to keep at home, but please only submit one option within the limits for sharing (i.e. 10 statements or 150 word prose/poem)
3. The Deadline for sharing your ‘Bite’ will be 2pm (BST) the following Thursday. You can share in either of two ways:
a) Post your response in the comments section of the current topic – I will find it and cut and paste to the compilation of responses. (You may not see your comment appear immediately but don’t worry – I will find and share it)
or
b) If you have a blog you can post your response on your own blog with a link back to this post, and then also provide the link to me in the comments section. I will then link your contribution back to your post, in the compilation of responses.
4. It would be great if you felt able to include the country the events took place in – I won’t enforce this but I think it provides a significant context for other readers. As an example look at the compilation for “School at Seven”
5. I will aim to compile responses and share them via another post before the next challenge is issued.
A few rules:
1.If you need or want to be anonymous that’s fine – When you post a comment just put ‘Anon’ or a nickname in the name field. It does ask for an email address as part of spam filtering but only I will see it.
2.Please keep others anonymous to protect their privacy and dignity – change names or use initials etc.
3.If you’ve got an axe to grind, please do it somewhere else.
4.If you stumble across this after the deadline, do feel free to contribute and include your blog link in the comments section of the compilation, so others can read it.
June 27, 2014 at 10:51 am
Hi Irene
I’m somewhat behind everyone but I am glad you fleshed this one out with this post. One of those intriguing mysteries that it’s then interesting to hear other people’s ideas on. My two penneth worth – could be a small neurological glitch relating to balance or middle ear.
We would never have known there are people out there who can’t stand still for a reason! I’ll bear that in mind next time a fidget is annoying me!! Lisa x
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June 19, 2014 at 10:14 pm
It may be too late but my pingback didn’t seem to work.
http://irenewaters19.com/2014/06/17/bite-size-memoir-no-7-childhood-illness/
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June 19, 2014 at 9:42 pm
I’ve avoided this one, Lisa. It hit a hard spot within me. How do you write through those with memoir when your memories create blocks?
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June 19, 2014 at 7:36 pm
Hi Lisa, I have been following these on Sherri’s blog and thought I’d start joining in. Not really the topic for my blog, so I shall post in the comments if that is OK.
Aged five I had my tonsils removed. I don’t remember much about the ordeal apart from being weighed wearing only my knickers, and after the operation having to drink white medicine that tasted horrible. I had the measles when I was six and had to stay in my bedroom with the curtains closed as apparently light could damage your eyes. Chicken pox was itchy and my mother constantly told me not to scratch or I’d have scars and the smell of calamine lotion always takes me back there. Having German measles when I was eight wasn’t too bad, and came in useful years later, but mumps at 16 was annoying as well as painful. I missed all the preparations for my mock O level exams. What I remember most about these childhood illnesses is that they always happened during the school holidays! So I never got any time off school.
Jude xx
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June 27, 2014 at 9:51 am
Hi Jude
Thank you for joining in – I apologise for the delay in responding – I’ve had the week off and only now sorting out the compilation. Posting later! Lisa x
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June 19, 2014 at 1:38 pm
Skating in Lisa, here’s my entry!!! http://sherrimatthewsblog.com/2014/06/19/bite-size-memoir-number-7-childhood-illness/#respond
Mega adrenaline rush today…got to take the cats to the vets shortly and completely lost track of time, yikes 🙂
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June 19, 2014 at 4:09 am
As soon as I read the prompt for this week, this story popped in to my mind:
http://wantonwordflirt.com/2014/06/19/bite-size-memoir-prompt-childhood-illness/
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June 17, 2014 at 1:47 pm
Lisa, what powerful memories your prompt has evoked: childhood illness from the perspective of one’s childhood or parenting. I feel deeply touched by so many of the stories, especially of parents tending to seriously ill children. I have been very fortunate to have parented two children without suffering any really serious health issues. I can only admire the strength that got them through these terrible times.
Your prompt inspired me to join in this time, but having re-read your rules, I’m not sure my collection of 10 mouthful paragraphs meet the criteria. I will post and link tomorrow, but won’t expect inclusion in your compilation!
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June 17, 2014 at 2:00 pm
Aw Norah, We might let you off as I know fitting in all these things is difficult and I do appreciate you making time – Perhaps attempt a Stephen-King-style-scan for unnecessary words ! A useful little practice in itself! Lisa x
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June 17, 2014 at 2:28 pm
I know! I am so enjoying listening to Stephen King. I am very grateful for the recommendation. It’s too late for me tonight. It’s way past my bedtime but I’m trying to make up for a bit of lost time. I might trim it down and paste it in your box, but keep as is for my blog. I think you may have suggested that somewhere?
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June 17, 2014 at 2:44 pm
As you might say “I’m easy” – it’ll be interesting to read the full monty and the ‘abridged’!
Now, get some shut eye, even more important when we’re all so busy! Lisa xx
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June 17, 2014 at 12:54 pm
Childhood Illness, mine and my babies
http://traceyscotttownsend.com/2014/06/17/childhood-illness-bitsize-memoir-no-7/
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June 16, 2014 at 9:48 pm
A busy weekend kept me from getting this done until now. Here is my Childhood illness memory. http://morgandragonwillow.com/2014/06/a-daughters-pain-bitesizememoir.html
Thanks Lisa!
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June 17, 2014 at 11:54 am
Morgan, Morgan. Hugs. This is really powerful. There but for the grace of chance go any of us, and many face much worse. Our deep love for our children means we can all connect and tap into a sense of what this must have been like, but we also know, with a certain fear, that we also don’t REALLY know til we experience something like it. Your words take me as close as I want to ever get. thank you for sharing, Lisa xx
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June 17, 2014 at 11:55 am
Hey kind Peeps, Did Geoff just say on his blog, I’d ‘opened up a rich vein’ with this prompt..
.. He won’t have read this one first, but reading Morgan’s piece, the terrible play on words is apt in a Shakespearian kind of way. I’m struggling even more with this one than Sarah’s.
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June 19, 2014 at 6:08 pm
Thank you for all of your feedback for my post this week Lisa, I really appreciate it.
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June 16, 2014 at 12:12 pm
Here’s my post, Lisa – I hope I’ve got the right end of the stick! http://terrytyler59.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/bite-sized-memoir-childhood-illnesses.html
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June 16, 2014 at 12:43 pm
Hurray! Hello Terry, thank you for all the twitter support you’ve stoically given this little project whilst you’ve clearly been up to your neck finishing another book!
I’m delighted you made it along this week and roused memories of brightly coloured medicines! Lisa xx
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June 16, 2014 at 10:05 am
Hi Lisa and all, Here’s my entry for this week. I’ve decided to take the 10-sentence option this week, and add a bit of humour.
I was lucky enough not to have any ‘serious’ illness, in or around my close family or friends at that time, but I know how stressful illness can be when you are a child, so I hope my lighthearted approach doesn’t upset anyone…
http://lucciagray.com/category/interaction-with-other-authors/bite-size-memoir/
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June 16, 2014 at 10:57 am
I am sure not, with this! I am delighted to see a poetic entry at last – So here’s a trophy for being first ever with that. 🏆
I think it’s a brilliant way of playing with the prompt if it doesn’t bring back a particular tale to tell! Thank you 😄
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June 17, 2014 at 1:18 pm
Love the acrostic!
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June 15, 2014 at 10:46 pm
This was easily the most difficult. http://geofflepard.wordpress.com/2014/06/15/were-banning-april/
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June 16, 2014 at 9:07 am
Ah Geoff – you never disappoint. Your honest reflection on vulnerabilities and emotions blows those misandrous stereotypes right out of their comfortable sickbed, every time. Some great humour along with another hairy eye-ball ! Thank you x
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June 16, 2014 at 11:00 pm
EASILY the most difficult, yes.
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June 17, 2014 at 1:14 pm
I can see why you wish to ban April!
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June 15, 2014 at 10:24 pm
And here are my reflections on childhood illness posted today on Memoir Crafter:
http://memoir-crafter.blogspot.com/
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June 16, 2014 at 8:57 am
Thank you Jeanne. Great words throwing me back onto my pillow. Great picture too – I forgot to say when I was over at Memoir Crafter how Perov’s simple sketch evokes a powerful anxiety – mother half out of her chair, thin child struggling for breath – rather haunting..
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June 17, 2014 at 12:59 pm
That cold thermometer under the tongue and having to keep my mouth closed – that I didn’t like. Imagine if it had broken in my mouth!
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June 15, 2014 at 8:53 pm
Oh yes, accidents and operations. That would be good. And, I hate to suggest it, but perhaps death. I have done two entries this week on my blog, but the second one turned more towards death. Sigh. I think I will axe that one for now and just send the first attempt on childhood illness….
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June 15, 2014 at 10:57 pm
Death is always interesting but hard to explore. Perhaps the words we come up with suffer more from that perfectionist need to be complete and just right. Looking forward to getting to your bite first thing tomorrow x
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June 15, 2014 at 6:19 pm
So, now I must jot off my set of memories. Will say here that I was a rather dense child. I wish I had thought of the light bulb. I once put the thermometer in a pot of boiling water. When it (predictably) exploded, I scooped up the glass and balls of mercury and put it all back in the case so I could pretend I had dropped it and broken it that way. Sarah, I resonated with your post as well. The worst thing I ever had to do was help a nurse hold my small son down while the doctor tried to remove a growth on his chin. “This will take just a second” was so far from the truth, it turned into a traumatic event for both of us.
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June 15, 2014 at 6:43 pm
I do have a similar ‘accident’ story, Foreign hospital, Sunday staff – A nightmare to revisit.
Accidents and Operations will come along later!
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June 16, 2014 at 10:59 pm
I just thought everyone did the lightbulb thing. I can’t believe you smashed it. This is becoming quite the conversation!
Oh, I’m sorry you had to go through that with your son. It’s horrible.
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June 15, 2014 at 12:39 pm
Ah yes…the thermometer in the tea trick eh? Just reading your memories brings up so many of mine. Scrambled eggs play a big part (more on that later!) but sometimes I think all we wanted was some attention and sympathy! Nothing like having a tray being brought up although I’m not sure I actually remember it ever happening! I’ll be back soon with my entry (and let’s hope it’s a little earlier than last week’s, and you are very gracious about that!) Thanks again Lisa! 😀
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June 15, 2014 at 1:00 pm
What is it about scrambled egg?! The conditioning I have is so strong, I think of that special attention virtually every time I make some. And I always feel I’ve done a good job if I can get Max to eat some to start his day!
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June 15, 2014 at 7:41 pm
I know…it must be conditioning, very powerful such as it is 😉
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June 15, 2014 at 12:35 am
Weighing In With Childhood Illness
I remember anger and fear and guilt.
I remember the term “failure to thrive”.
I remember trying to feed my baby and if he got any food in him, it didn’t stay there long.
I remember a tiny body trying to digest something and violently retching, gagging, and throwing up every last bit of it.
I remember the smell of hospitals. (People often say hospitals have a strong, sterilized odor, like ammonia, but children’s hospitals smell damp and sour—like saliva and spit-up and tears.)
I remember my infant screaming and crying while I held him down so they could scan him or place a needle because the doctors and technicians said that this would be more “comforting” for him even though I was falling apart.
I remember wishing my little boy was older so that I could explain all these things to him and that he could understand and maybe be less terrified.
I remember watching my child wail until his face went slack from the anesthesia and they told us to leave so they could perform a procedure.
I remember my intense love of this new person in my life turning to pure hatred of being a parent because I had to make decisions for someone who was too small to make them for himself.
I remember thinking that my son would never forgive me.
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June 15, 2014 at 8:22 am
Oh Sarah, I’m in bits. This is so powerful. As another Mum I can only imagine the fear and the guilt. Every ounce more my son put on more than his counterparts, filled me with an irrational, primordial pride (he was born underweight and was catching up..) The counter-position must be so isolating in so many ways.
I’m sure we all need to know a bit more now, that you are ‘forgiven’, that you forgave yourself – even though that was not necessary. Lisa xx
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June 15, 2014 at 9:22 am
Bloody heck Sarah that was raw. I hope it ended ok? Having children is the most vulnerable thing I’ve done. As Lisa says forgive yourself first and the rest follows. My experience for what it’s worth is they forgive pretty much everything if you don’t burden them with your guilt. Well apart from missing the Vet’s 7th birthday on business. That gets thrown at me still.
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June 15, 2014 at 1:24 pm
Sarah that was such a emotive set of I remembers. I hope it all turned out okay for you. I used to work in paediatric ICU until I could take it no longer and I knew from this experience the pain you felt and that these all came from a mothers heart in anguish.
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June 16, 2014 at 11:10 pm
First, I’m sorry all. Yes, everything is okay. This baby is now a beautiful 7-yr-old boy. He still struggles and is still underweight but he is fine. It’s just that the prompt brought me back to this time. This was difficult for me to write.
Lisa: Yes, I remember celebrating every ounce he gained, every time he went up on the percentile scale.
Geoff: I love how you express thoughts so beautifully. I feel like you simply type off the tip of your tongue but it is always thought-provoking. I have yet to forgive myself but you are so spot-on: “they forgive pretty much everything if you don’t burden them with your guilt.” Yes! A thousand times, yes.
Irene: Thank you. It was my first attempt at the “I remember” statements. Oh, I could not have worked there very long, either. You had to see both sides of this–the parents and the children. Ugh…
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June 17, 2014 at 7:08 am
Sarah, as parents we’d rather take every pain and illness on ourselves tenfold over watching our children suffer. You used this prompt to root out those feeling you’ve had over it and I’m glad you could share it with us. It’s what gives a writer her voice–overcoming that fear of letting out the rawest things that hide in our souls. It can be healing, too. You were brave then, as you are now.
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June 17, 2014 at 12:56 pm
Sarah, I feel for you, and your son. It is such a terrible thing for a parent to have to suffer, watching their child suffer. But you did it. You are strong. And I’m pleased to hear that he, too, is now strong and doing well. Congratulations to both of you.
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June 17, 2014 at 4:07 pm
Thank you both, Charli and Norah. This one was tough. (Do you think I could talk Lisa into a Rainbows-and-Unicorns type deal? You know…remembering sand castles or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.) 😉
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June 17, 2014 at 4:29 pm
I think so – I have ideas on both lines, though I’m saving Sandcastles until the UK are also on Summer break! We do need a ‘lighter’ one for some of you next week xxo
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June 14, 2014 at 5:07 am
It wasn’t easy to get a day off in our household either but I can’t remember ever dipping the thermometer. I know my story for this week but can I condense it to 150 words.
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June 14, 2014 at 10:09 am
You can ! Feel free to flesh out the context in your own post though – it’s interesting for everyone else 😄
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June 13, 2014 at 7:27 pm
I’m not getting out of this one either! I can remember lots, from measles, and verugas to fake tummy ache… and my mother’s migraine… Where shall I start?
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June 14, 2014 at 10:05 am
Oh verrucas ! Damn! I had a great tale about one of those!
Looking forward to hearing yours!
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June 14, 2014 at 10:16 am
😦 🙂
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June 15, 2014 at 12:55 am
Hi again! Just wanted to let you know I’ve nominated you for an Inspiring Blogger Award, whcih I hope you can accept: http://lucciagray.com/category/blogging-awards/
Looking forward to reading your answers!
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June 13, 2014 at 4:40 pm
Ah, yes. Lavender and tea tree oil. A great many things can be “cured” with those two.
Tea! Hadn’t thought of that. Don’t think I had any when I was little. I put the thermometer near a lightbulb. 😉
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June 13, 2014 at 5:13 pm
Genius! Why didn’t I think of that 😄
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June 13, 2014 at 11:52 pm
I thought everyone did the lightbulb/thermometer thing. I thought your tea was brilliant.
I’m going to try the 10 “I remember” statements this week so bear with me.
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June 14, 2014 at 10:08 am
I love it as a medium – chance to tease out a few different things!
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June 14, 2014 at 11:38 am
Thank you Irene, generous disher-out-of-awards and for showing me how to blog. I’m delighted to accept and respond to this award even if I may struggle to find 15 to pass it onto for similar reasons as yourself. When I started blogging last autumn my fear of failure was so high I squeezed out about 3 posts a month. Following you, I’ve learned short and punchy without worries for perfectionism is a million times better than no communication. I too have come to blogging off the advice of ‘building a platform’ so that I might sell a book. Blogging has far surpassed my expectations and I get much more from it than its original goal – like you I feel whether it’s a platform or not, no longer matters – I know now, I will always blog – it’s an exploration ‘out-loud’ of positive bits from my life without anyone interrupting me!! And thank you for listening when you can. Like you I cannot always get to everyone and all of their posts or would achieve little else! So I’m doubly appreciative of anyone who even bothers with the ‘like’ button to show they visited and hugely grateful for any comments, Lisa xx
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