An Introduction

It’s suggested to bloggers that your first post tell readers why you peck the keyboard and then click publish and what they can expect to find in your blog. Makes good sense to me. So here goes. I am here because Glennon told me to do it. It wasn’t me. It was her. She did it.

A dear friend told me I simply must read Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton. This friend is like a sommelier of books and so when she tells you to read something, you read it. The force is strong in her and ignoring her book suggestions would be like ignoring Warren Buffett’s advice on mutual funds. Anyhoo, I read Love Warrior and my world went fuzzy and out of focus and then sharp and crisp. I was like Jason Bourne and someone had flipped a switch in me. I felt an immediate pull towards Glennon and her writing. Like I had known her forever but never knew I did. I have a kinship with this woman whom I never met like you would not believe.

I will not go so far as to say we are like the same person, but we might be just one gene mutation off. Yes, I exaggerate, but I am trying to impress upon you just how much I relate to her. For starters, we each have a similar traumatic experience in our pasts and nothing bonds you to another human being like shared trauma (or even perceived shared trauma, still counts!). When she described her heartache in Love Warrior I felt like I was reliving it with her. I had in fact lived parts of it myself. I felt her hurt. As much as anyone can feel anyone else’s pain and if you have large empathy, that’s a lot.

I Googled this woman so I could soak in some more of her and found her other book, Carry On, Warrior, and I read it too. And I did know her, I did! Virtually. She is the force and the honesty and the humorous wit behind the wonderful blog I realized I had read some of her posts over the years but since I do not have a lot of stick-to-it-iveness in many areas of life, I was not a regular reader of her blog. Oh the horrors when I think of what I have missed. I am going to make those blog archives my bitch. Real soon.

Early on in Carry On, Warrior, Glennon spoke to me (directly to me, via the book, both things are true) when she wrote the following:

“If, anywhere in your soul, you feel the desire to write, please write. Write as a gift to yourself and others. Everyone has a story to tell. Writing is not about creating tidy paragraphs that sound lovely or choosing the “right” words. It’s just about noticing who you are and noticing life and sharing what you notice. When you write your truth it is a love offering to the world because it helps us feel braver and less alone.”

She had me at “please write.” But she went on to say:

“If you feel something calling you to dance or write or paint or sing, please refuse to worry about whether you’re good enough. Just do it. Be generous. Offer a gift to the world that no one else can offer: yourself.”

Word. Mic drop.

She is not the first person to tell me to write. She is just the first person I listened to. My husband has encouraged me to write for as long as I can remember. I “p-shawed” him. What does he know? He is supposed to tell me I am wonderfully talented and then encourage me to use that talent. I can not put stock in his endorsement. He’s biased.

There have been others too. I paid them no attention. I had made a list a mile long of reasons I shouldn’t write. And that is what I have paid attention to. Phooey. I want my money back. That list is a liar. It duped me and I fell for it. It was inspired by fear, insecurity, anxiety, uncertainty and lack of faith. I despise that fraudulent list now, it’s garbage, it’s dead to me.

Just in case you will find my list helpful in deciding to follow Glennon’s plea too, I’ll give you a few my reasons off the top.

My dumb but maybe very common reasons not to write:

  • I don’t know how. – Um, yes I do. But I was being technical. One of my biggest regrets is being a shining star in my English classes in high school. I passed my AP test in Lit. & Comp. and thus tested right out of needing to take writing in college. I used the free time to add in science courses because I thought I wanted to go into healthcare. Well I didn’t and I don’t. But I did and I do want to write. I let lack of formal training and “proper” instruction hold me back. Shame on me! No, shame is bad, very, very bad. Love on me! It’s ok.
  • What if no one wants to read my writing or thinks it is any good? – What if. Oh the what ifs. If ifs and buts were candies and nuts we’d all have a Merry Christmas, or something to that effect, yes? In Carry on, Warrior Glennon explained in a way I finally understood that your gift is something that brings YOU joy when you do it, even if it is hard for you to do. So that’s why I am finally ready to call writing my gift, because of what happens to me when I do it. I become joyful. Not happy per se, but full of joy and joy is the bomb! I get it now. Your gift is for you. It is from God. Where all good things come from. Using it for the benefit of others can be a natural extrapolation and important to do, but we are the intended first recipients of our gifts. Sometimes it’s just hard to see our gifts for what they are because they can feel too ordinary. So it doesn’t matter much whether anyone ever reads my writing or appreciates it. Because I’m really writing for Joy. I’m writing for God.
  • What if I write something that hurts someone’s feelings. – Too bad, so sad. Seriously though, I would never write for the purpose of causing pain, exactly the opposite in fact. To bring myself joy and to connect with others. Sometimes you wanna be, where you can see, your troubles are all the same… By summoning my bravery and telling my truths I can quit hiding and begin to heal and if I share my stories and someone sees their pain inside of my pain, then maybe they will feel less alone. I own everything that happens to me. I can tell my stories. If people wanted me to write more warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
  • There are AMAZING writers out there and they are SO funny, wise, insightful, innovative, helpful, on point, relevant and creative. I can’t compete with them. – Writing is not a competition. Well actually in 1st grade it was, and I won! I produced a lovely and effective environmental campaign featuring Hootie, the Tootsie Pop Owl. My tagline was “Give a hoot, don’t polloot.” But really, writing is about expressing your unique self and using your gift. As noted above, your gift brings YOU joy, first and foremost. If that’s all it ever accomplishes, it’s still worth doing.
  • Fear of plagiarism. I read a ton of books, articles, blogs, posts, memes, emails, texts and order comfirmations from Amazon. What if I write someone else’s words, and forgetting where they came from, I think they are my own? This is still a valid fear. I’m a middle-aged mom and so my memory can not be trusted, it is shady as fuck. But, since it will never be my intention to commit petty theft of words, I will work hard to give credit where credit is due and ask for forgiveness if I make a blunder. If I ever get to hang out with a bunch of experienced writers, this will be one of the first questions I ask them “how do you know you wrote your words down and not mine?”
  • Is there anything left to write about? – There is nothing new under the sun. According to the bible. And my brain when it over-thinks writing. But maybe there is still a new way to write about all the old stuff. I go back to what Glennon said to me. (I mean what she wrote to me, in her book). She told me I have one gift to offer the world that no one else can offer: myself. And maybe my take on things won’t be that much different from so and so’s but sometimes it’s good to hear things over and over and over again until they finally sink into our thick skulls. (Whoops, I was writing to myself there, not to you, you are not in trouble. I don’t think you are thick-headed).
  • Our stories are not for everyone. – Thank you for reminding us of that, Brené Brown. Over-sharing is a concern. Being misunderstood is possible. There are people out there that may try to use my words against me. Not everyone is for me. But I am ready to push this fear aside just like all the others. There are enough people out there that are behind me and God is at the top of that list, so who can REALLY be against me?
  • I’m busy. – Yeah, yeah, aren’t we all. I’ll stop here with the list because I think you get the idea and the reasons get really weak from here on out.

The “Why”

So I will write, to clear my head and to make sense of my thoughts as they morph into written words. And then I will be brave and share the only thing of value that I actually possess, myself, in hopes of connecting on a deeper level with even just one of you. It is my observation that life sucks. And then it doesn’t. And then it does again. But if we can grasp hands and sing “we’re all in this together” like we’re cast members of High School Musical, maybe we will feel just a little stronger, a little better equipped, a little less alone.

The “What”

Perfect is gross. But if you disagree and think Perfect is grand, then this blog and its Imperfect content will not be for you. I know for certain that Perfect is not my friend. We tried to become close in the past, when we were young and we thought we needed each other. We were happy together for a time. Together we felt strong and courageous. We thought we could conquer our common enemies; insecurity, anxiety, shame and loneliness. But our too-close friendship hurt those around us. While Perfect and I focused all of our attention on each other, our families and other friends felt “less than” in our presence. Once I recognized this hurt we caused, I felt it too. Nothing hurts quite as bad as hurting someone you love.

No friendship of mine should serve to cause anyone else pain. I needed to break up with Perfect. Perfect didn’t want to let me go. We wrestled it out and for a while we were at an impasse. But then something miraculous happened. I realized that Perfect didn’t actually exist. And poof, she was gone. She had been an imaginary friend all along. I had conjured her when I felt alone and misunderstood. When I felt shunned and unable to fit in anywhere. So I befriended her in hopes she would protect me and keep me safe. She was tough as nails while I was weak. My biggest hope was that she would make me feel worthy.

Well instead, Perfect was sly and deceptive and closed me off to other people. She isolated me and made sure I was unapproachable. When she was finally gone it freed me up to others and I met Imperfect. I was open to her and she became my new BFF. I love her because she is SOOOO real. We are tight. We go everywhere together. The best part about our friendship is that I know it will last my whole life, nothing will come between us. I take that back, the really best part is that we make everyone around us feel accepted. People feel “normal” and more at ease around us. They feel like there is room for them, that they fit in with us. Not all the time, because Imperfect and I don’t always get everything right. But even this makes people feel better about themselves. It’s funny how our friendship works.

Imperfect doesn’t really make me feel worthy either, but what she does make me feel is like I am enough. Didn’t see that one coming. That’s what you can expect to find here in this blog. Me, Imperfect, and room for you too. We hope you think we are enough and we hope you’ll join us, we need you.












32 thoughts on “An Introduction

  1. Love love love this new journey, Jodie! Bravo to you for being vulnerable and putting yourself out there. Admired and appreciated! You’re a wonderful soul, my friend!! xo


    1. Jenna, I watched you and Lisa and Amanda the other night, sitting on the floor, sifting through your passion, your gifts, and for the first time in many moons I felt elated by witnessing other people offer value because I felt like I finally had something of my own to offer, to contribute, to use for good. I had a hard time not sharing with you then, but I wasn’t quite ready. Thank you for being an inspiration, in finding joy and in sharing it with others. It’s been fun to watch you sail. >


      1. Oh Jodie. You just made me cry. It’s been very soul filling doing something you love and are passionate about. It benefits all aspects of life! Knowing you can see it in us makes it even more valuable. I have learned bounties from you and quote you often.. my two go-to Jodie quotes are … “they are only young once” (which resulted in me putting in my job notice the next day to be home with my littles) and “parenthood is too much and not enough at the same time” (this is repeated daily in my head!!). Keep sharing your wisdom and insights! It impacts others more than you even know!! Blessed to call you my friend!! xo


  2. Wow! Who knew it? You’ve blown me away. I will be following and wish you the best. Thanks for sharing! Luv ya! xo


  3. Love this Jodie… you totally nailed it! Not a doubt in my mind that you are, indeed, a writer and I am looking foreword to your next blog. You’ve got this!



  4. Jodie,
    Wonderfully put. You are who you want to be and it is wonderful. It was so good to see you and I have worried about you but I now know you are “perfectly imperfect” and wish you and your family the best. I will be reading.


    1. Ty, thank you. You were right to worry about me, I was worried about me too. Climbing out of that now though, moving on to faith and hope. Erik and I are so glad you reached out while you were in town. We worry about you too, and want you home. All in good time, we hope. Love you. >


      1. So glad to hear that and wish you continued success and happiness. Always good to see you and will always reach out. Love you guys and may God Bless You.


  5. Good for you! I love the truth you tell, we could all benefit from breaking up with perfect. You may be the next Brene Brown, keep it up. Keep inspiring others to be real and joyful.


    1. Melissa, out of all the positive and encouraging comments so far, that I have so appreciated, yours melted me. I’m in tears. This was my hope, my exact hope, that if I summoned my courage and shared it, it would catch on, like wildfire. Thank you for being that first spark. I know I’m on the right track now. Sail on my friend. Do me a favor, play my favorite song of all time, Sailing by Christopher Cross, and think about writing as the “sailing.” I’m hoping it will fan your flame. Or you could think it’s cheeseballs cheesy. Or maybe both things will be true! >


  6. This is very exciting to me and kinda blows me away because I thought of you when I read her books. I look forward to your next post. She was similarly inspiring to me as I have been trying to write the truth. I have all those same hesitations.
    You have a story to share and I hope you will continue to share it without hesitation. I need to know it. Occasionally bits of memories come back to me from our time together…


    1. My best memory of you is when you let me drive your car all over town before I even had a license. I thought I was hot stuff thanks to you! Lara, sail, just sail. I need to hear you too. And, I am actually in the process of writing my story. I felt the need to share in a different way through the blog part way through so I got distracted with that for a bit. I will get back to my story soon, it’s taking all my guts and faith in God, that he can use it for good and to help others. Glad you’re with me for the ride. Love you, still. >


  7. “I’m a middle aged mom and my mind cannot be trusted…it is shady as fuck!” So absofreakinlutely true!!!! This piece is fantastic, it hit me in so many levels and I am inspired by your courage to share your gift. Thank you!


    1. Thank you Angie! I feel like I’m getting my own little, personal high school reunion in these comments and I am loving the nostalgia. Do not mistake me though, I would never want to relive those days and I’m glad they’re over. You though, and people like you, I miss. Thank you for reaching out and letting me know I don’t have the SAF memory out there! It’s fun and convenient to blame everything on our kids too, isn’t it? 8 ) >


  8. Your wisdom, honesty and imperfect perfection has always inspired me. What a gift to share with the world. May you be blessed as you are a blessing.


  9. This makes me so happy! You are so talented and brave and I love you! When I saw you at BSH the other day you were beaming and I just knew something brilliant was coming… now I know! Can’t wait to read all your words! Xoxox!


    1. I knew it would. I wanted to tell you so bad, I knew you would notice the difference, but I didn’t want to get busted for talking during class! Love you too Teej! THANK YOU, for ALL your support. >


  10. Amazing and beautiful. I forsee something great from this you’ve got Talent woman, can’t wait for more.
    Your man was right.


  11. Your blog could not have come at a more perfect time for me. I have been struggling with just this very issue. I want, no I need to create something. I need it to help me heal. To let it out in a way that doesn’t hurt so much. Thank you for finding your courage to open up to us via your blog. I look forward to reading more.


    1. Thank you for your comment. Your words are part of the collective still small voice that I’ve found enough quiet and peace to begin listening to. And it’s how I know I’m on the right track. Since I started this blog, I’ve been told it was the first blog a reader has ever read, the first blog another reader has ever followed, that it might be the catalyst to make another reader courageous enough to start writing again and now that the timing was right for you in reading it and it’s helping you to recognize what you need in order to move forward. Sail on my friend, and when you find that “sail” please come back and share with me what it was for you. The sharing is part of it. >


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