This is my third attempt at blogging.  In a time span of (what will soon be) 2 years.

The first was I guess, just a trial run. Launched on a lack of sleep and even less creative flair, it’s title was as lame as a donkey’s leg. Hosted on WordPress, the first post was embarrassingly short, cryptic and terrible quality.

My main audience in this temporary cyber home was my husband and my mother-in-law (What was I thinking?). The rest who cared to read it were from my from my personal FB account, including ex-colleagues, distant friends, even far more estranged acquaintances. (Again, what was I thinking?)

Then, I went into the unknown world of self-hosting; commiting to my first ever .com.

I won’t go into too much detail regarding this second blog. Suffice to say, it died an untimely, unfortunate death.

While it was the little avenue that initially led me to the world of mummy bloggers, its sudden ending actually reaped many surprising rewards.

Over here in this place, the connections are deeper; opinions of others mean more.

The support is abundant and apparent; conversations have developed a natural flow.

In this corner of my world, the laughter  is genuine; and when there’s tears, the emotion is palpable.

All the while, I’m completely overwhelmed by the magnitude of our ever growing on-line village.

I will shamefully confess, I had previously given less priority to all these elements of blogging.

And it’s probably why the last blog was snatched away from me.  Maybe it was the Universe telling me I needed to discover the fundamentals first.

That beyond the climbing traffic stats and the eye catching media kits, it’s the strength of my community that holds this little blog together.

It’s taken 3 attempts to figure it all out.

I’m not going to berate myself over it.  After all, I think as bloggers we inevitably evolve.

At whatever pace it needs to be, we learn, we grow, we gain strength.

As do the friendships we make along the way.

Joining in Jess for IBOT.