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It is true.

I {heart} blogs.

It started for me before I began to dream about my own blog. Somewhere in the visiting, the commenting, and the reading, I began to think maybe, just maybe, I could be a blogger, too.

So how did I come up with the vision for 29lincolnavenue? What process did I go through to create a space that felt like me? Now you know, I’m only a preschool blogger, and I don’t have all the answers, but here are few things I found to be helpful:

  1. It takes time. I  spent the better part of a year trying to come up with an idea.  I wanted my blog name to be a street address so it would feel like a real place you could come to be encouraged and talk about the stuff of life.  I also thought it would be easier to remember.  I searched for an image that felt like home, and fell in love with the rocking chairs. But, I didn’t start there.  Originally, on my old Blogger blog, I had a black and white photo of my house. This was fine as a starting place.
  2. Window Shop around. What blogs do you love to land on?  What draws you in?  Is it the amazing photography?  Do they have witty prose? Is their sidebar better than the local mall?  I spent a lot of time just looking at other blogs.  I bookmarked them in my blog reader and asked myself, “Why do I love being here?” This helped give me a clue for what I wanted to include here. {If you are skimming, please be sure to read #5 about copying}.
  3. Be ok with the process and the land in between what you want and what you have. Here is a secret about me:  I hate process. I have vision.  I can complete tasks.  But the middle is no place for me! Process drains me dry.  But, with blogging, I have found that I have to be ok with what happens between what I want, and what I have.  Sometimes, I have to wait, on money, time, and my techie husband to be available to help my vision become a reality.  I’m learning to love what I have in the mean time.
  4. If you love it – others will, too….maybe. Honestly, I love when people say, “I love your blog.” But, the truth is, it is more important for me to love my space. I’m the only one  here, everyday.  I like the feeling I get when I see it load.  It makes me smile. I think, though, if you love it, others will probably, too.  Every blog is not for everyone. That is why thousands (or is it millions) start up everyday.  Find your  tribe.  Find your group, and most importantly, love your blog!
  5. Own it – don’t be a copy cat. I really {heart} Emily’s blog.  You know that.  I have mentioned her at least 500 times.  I also really {heart} Jones Design,  The Nester, (in) Courage, and the list goes on and on and on.  But I am not them.  They are not me.  If I copy them, my place here will look thin.  You would notice, after a while, that it really isn’t me.  How sad would that be?  I think it’s fine to draw inspiration from Kat and Sara.  But I am Stacey from 29lincolnavenue. And if I own this space, I can’t spend all my time trying to be them.  And you know, all of these amazing blogging women I mentioned, did not get where they are by copying anyone. They are unique and I love them for it.
  6. Creating a special place for your art and your words will be reward enough. So what if you work your blog off and and your following  doesn’t grow?  What if it really does sound like you and only echoes in this great big cyber world?   Truth be told, this may totally happen. You may be your biggest fan.  Enjoy that while it lasts.  A sage filled blogger reminded me once that the more followers you have, the more responsibility you have. So if it is just you and the crickets, enjoy your quiet.  Write your heart out.  Because I really believe the secret is this – if you blog it, they will come. Your followers will grow.  Slow and steady is just fine with me.  Eventually, it won the race and didn’t even break a sweat.

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So what about you?  How did you create a blog you love to come home to?  What or who inspired you? Let’s chat!

{For more of my Preschool Blogging Diary, click here.}