Yeah, I’m unpopular just for calling this post what it is.
I’ve thought about it alot, really, and Sheena can attest to this. I’m never going to compete for my writing.
I don’t have an issue with the process. I don’t have an issue with voting. I don’t have an issue with people who do campaign. I don’t have an issue with competitions. Hells, I’ve already nominated who I’d like to see win.
But, when it comes down to me and this little space? This little space is like my diary. It’s where I come home to, to make sense of the world around me and my life within it. I’ve made friends, felt love and it is a reflection of my life.
For me to campaign for a blog award, to me, feels like I would be asking people to nominate my life for an award. And, well, I don’t want or expect anyone to. It is what it is, and I share it as best I can. I don’t write it down for speculation. I write it down to capture it. I write it for Cam, so I can show her the journey one day. I write it for me, to remind me of where I have been and where I have gone, both in my mind and my heart. I write it for the person who reads it and who resonates. I write it for you, if you’re reading something and feel okay about something in your life because you know I’m in that space too. I write it as a part of me, and I’m never going to ask you to give me an award for being me. I have that award already, it’s five years old and is currently pretending that her CareBear is a baby sister, whilst they watch The Princess and the Frog, and eat a bowl of Coco Pops.
So, thank you for the nominations (I’ve seen them). Thank you for the votes, if you make them. But, most of all, I thank you for reading. I thank you for listening and I thank you for letting me write.
Big love,
Cath