Being Two (The Blog, Not the Kid)

It’s my 2nd Blogiversary, and I’ll party if I want to. Which I usually do. Having a little celebratory post for this blog is me taking the time to celebrate being a real writer, since it all started with this blog.  Before I started blogging, in 2011, I was one of those people who read a ton, thought about writing a lot, but never actually did.  I was a writer without a pen.  This blog gave me my ink.

This year, I really stepped out as a writer, writing less on this blog and more on other outlets: performing in Listen To Your Mother, reading on KQED’s Perspectives, getting published in Geez Magazine and The Mom Egg, landing a regular writing gig on The Equals Record, and starting as a Features writer for Golden Gate Mother’s Group Magazine. I also took several writing classes with the Literary Kitchen, which got me writing tons of memoir-style pieces that I am excited to get out in the world soon.  I also submitted to hecka places that never wrote back or rejected me, but it’s all about putting myself out there, taking risks. A lot of my rejections really made sense to me, helped me see what I’m ready for, what I’m not, and what is worth my time and energy.

That’s why, just like last year was The Year of Enough, I want to make this year The Year of Worth. My friends that know the dirty little secret that I don’t get paid for ANY of my regular writing gigs keep sending me links to articles about knowing my worth and charging for my work. They are probably sick of paying for my drinks while I give my work away for free. But here’s the thing — I feel that these past two years have really been an experiment, seeing if I really have what it takes to be a professional freelance writer, learning from my mistakes and following my interests. The experiment has been a successful one, and I am now feeling ready to put a worth on my work.
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In doing that, I want to spend a lot of time meditating on where I get my worth overall. This was the year I started Operation Rad Bod, with my pieces on Radical Body Acceptance, and my work on feeling like I am enough, just as I am. I really want to continue and deepen that work, not feeling like I’m worthy if I’m thin, beautiful, young, sprightly, or amassing wealth/letters after my name. I want to feel worthy simply because I am. My worth comes from within, from the spark of the Godhead within me, not due to my size in the world or how big of a splash I make in it.

That being said, the time has come to start gaining some income for all my output. Some of the writing gigs I have are completely volunteer-based, which I respect, and actually cherish. There’s something about people working together without the exchange of money that really appeals to me.

Then again, Mama’s gotta eat. So, although a lot of people have suggested I put ads on my blog, I realized that I really don’t want to do that. I want to write about whatever I feel led to write about, not do sponsored posts, and not gain revenue from selling someone else’s stuff.

Therefore, you may notice a little orange “Donate” button on the bottom right hand side of the site. I am ridiculously proud of myself for figuring out how to do this, so if the only thing that comes from it is me feeling like a little bit of a website rock star, so be it.

The button is linked to my Paypal account, and in the spirit of taking risks and asking for what my work is worth, I’m asking that if you’ve enjoyed any of my pieces in the past two years — perhaps the ones on Radical Body Acceptance, on Parenting Without Fear, on Marriage Equality, on Books, on Spirituality, or, the real reason you are all here: Cute Pictures of Olive — that you press Donate, to keep me going. And then, any time you really love a post in the future, clickity click it again, and buy me a cup of coffee (please note that coffee is about $4.00/cup here. I wish I were joking) for my efforts. I promise to keep the hits coming.

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Next year, for Year Three of Thirty Threadbare Mercies, I want to have a face-to-face party, where do creative things together and eat delicious delights. If you donate, you are confirming your invite to this party, a year hence. How’s that for planning ahead? You’ll receive a lovely invitation in March of 2014, with ways to participate in person or from afar. So, help this mother out.  With the money I raise, I’ll buy my own domain name (finally!) and give the site a makeover.  I thank you in advance, not just for donating, but simply for reading.  This has been an awesome year for me as a budding writer, but it feels really, really good to have my words be read.  Especially from the likes of all of you.

9 thoughts on “Being Two (The Blog, Not the Kid)

  1. Isn’t the worth of one’s work such a hard value to determine when you’re an artist? I’m still new enough at writing to wonder if my work will ever have monetary value. I’m glad to see that you know yours. 🙂

    • Natalie, With your output level and your talent, you are certain to find your work’s proper reception in the world. I am still figuring out what to ask for in exchange for my work, but I’m hoping this process will help me do so!

  2. Rhea, I’ve been feeling the same about my own work. I’m so proud of you. I loved your piece last year when I met you and you’ve really managed to stay prolific and rising! Good for you.

  3. Hooray! First of all for enriching my life with your words. Second of all for reminding us we are worthy because we are. Lastly, for giving us a way to support your endeavors! I can’t wait to see how much this year will help you grow!

  4. Rhea, reading your writing is one of my absolute favorite things to do. You have so much to say, it makes me want to listen, listen, listen. Thanks for standing up for the radical notion that we’re just fine– and hey, maybe even great!– in our bodies, no matter what size they are. You and your writing are a gift for which I am most grateful. Let’s dance soon, OK?

    • Yes. Getting to know you and your perspective has been such a gift of this year! We will dance together again and again, and listen to one another. I love it.

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