When did I Become my Mom?

If you haven't yet guessed it from the title, this is my 100th post on WDIBMM.

100 posts in roughly 120 days.

What started off as a repository for chance ramblings and an opportunity to motivate myself to express myself, has evolved into something much more. Even as I write it, it sounds incredible.

What could be more than finding an opportunity to be as creative as I'd like whenever I'd like? An audience? Financial gain?

There's no pay in this. For me, anyway. Nada. Squat. So it ain't that.

And I haven't become part of any elite prize-winning circles because of my extraordinary ability to turn a phrase.

There's audience, yes. But I'm not arrogant enough to think that I have some captive loyal admiring audience that is totally enamoured of my style and creative talent. (Pfff.)

It's something much more humble and something much truer. One that can't be described in a single word or idea. Instead, it's an amalgamation of ideas.

It is Community.         It is Intellectual stimulation.

     It is Group Therapy.         It is a research library more powerful than Google. (Sorry Google. I still love you!)

It's like being able to get your hands on reading material on any subject you want. Anything. You want comedy? You want reflection? On Motherhood or Spirituality? Short stories? How about real-life drama?

Whether it's light reading you're going for, or whether you want depth, not only will you find it, but there's a bonus no other resource library can give. You get to interact with the writer!

Have you ever read something that moved you to laugh, rage, love... and wanted to let the author know how it moved you? To give your take and your personal experience? But who does that, right? I mean writers are busy remote people with important lives. And who cares what you think anyway... So you do the next best thing - you tell all your friends about it. And maybe there'll be a book signing somewhere one day.

But right here, I get to talk right back to some of the nicest writers I've ever met. I get to see what other people are thinking. I don't always agree, but I'm forced to think. Sometimes I change my opinion. Sometimes my heart is torn. Always I open my mind.

I find out about issues making the news, and I get to make the news (not really, but maybe!). We get to change lives. Or at least feel as if we are making a difference.

From advice on raising kids to saving dinners on the verge of being too spicy (couldn't find the tweet for this but apparently sugar or honey will do the trick)... my peeps are the go-to gals (and guys!).

This connection - this Thing - and my feelings about it are evolving. It's a dynamic, new, fluid Thing that is itself evolving and finding itself and making its mark. And we are making our mark through It, and with It.
I don't know about you, but I'm up for the ride. (Hope you are too!)