Hello Huffington Post!

This week just keeps getting more and more eventful, but in a good way. Two weeks ago, I submitted an article to the Huffington Post for consideration. It was a piece that summed up a key piece of advice/encouragement that I really wish I had soaked in when stressing out over so many details of my first pregnancy, and I had published it here in January. Some larger websites will not publish work that has been featured elsewhere, even on personal blogs, but The Huffington Post does not have that stipulation. So, with my internal voice saying, "You know what, what's the worst that could happen? They say no. They don't want to feature it. Oh well. You move on. But why not try?"...so I tried. I am planning a future post for any fellow bloggers who want to know the exact steps I took and how I pitched my article to Ariana Huffington, the editor-in-chief. But in short, I sent her my article, and it was accepted for publication. It took, like I said, two weeks total between the time I emailed her and the day that it went live, which is today. 

Here is the full article on the ----> HuffPost Parents page <-------

What I didn't realize is that they would feature it so prominently, as the main article on their Parents homepage, and I am not sure I've found the words to describe how exciting that is! This is a great opportunity for words of encouragement to reach more people. That's the ultimate goal. 

For anyone who doesn't know, my grandpa was one of my biggest heroes and life influencers. He was amazing in so many ways and was my biggest encourager. When I was younger, he would send me a $5 allowance each week in a card with a vocabulary word and definition written inside and he would expect me to use it in a sentence when I went to stay with him and my grandma on the weekends (like cacophony, ostentatious, and ostracized, to name a few). He bought me journals and fancy pencils that had my name engraved on them. He let me pluck away at the keys on his typewriter in the basement and gave me full access to his office supplies. True hero status to this little nerd girl that was me. He passed away while I was pregnant with my first child, and I will always wish he would have had the chance to meet all of my babies. Another thing though that you need to know about him, is that he was an automotive historian and self-published several books in his niche before all the cool kids started doing it like nowadays. So of course, my older sister texted me today after my HuffPost article went live and said, "Grandpa is looking down on you and is so proud. He's probably fishing and bragging about you to all of his car nut buddies." Darn older sisters. They just have to say the things that make you ugly cry like that when you're on a break at work and need to pick up a group of students soon. But I'm thinking she's right, and I like to think that my author grandpa would think the events of this week were pretty stinking cool. Although he probably would prefer if I used the phrase, "overwhelmingly magnificent" or something along those lines.

At any rate, I hope that 2016 is the year of more opportunities to open my laptop and just write, to connect with others, and to listen to that voice that says, "What's the worst that could happen? Why not try."