How I Got 5 More Minutes with My Mom

This may sound like a strange statement to make.

If you don’t know me, then this might seem totally random, and not a big deal.

And if you do know me, then you’d know this is a complete impossibility.

Bear with me here —

My mom passed away when I was in high school. She battled a long illness that I didn’t know much about at the time.

And being a teenager, let’s face it — I didn’t really care to know the details.

I just knew things in our family were different. For as far back as I could remember, my mom couldn’t do what other mothers could do with their kids. It was just a fact of life.

Other kids had moms who could take them to the park, monkey around on the jungle gym, play dress-up or have dance parties. My mom couldn’t do any of those things. On her best days, she could walk slowly while holding onto the walls. As her disease progressed, she became wheelchair bound. And eventually, she became fully immobilized, 100% bedridden.

She died when I was a high school senior, while I was taking my SATs.

But a short time ago, I was granted five more minutes with her.

And it was amazing.

Advice from a Middle-Aged, Former Over-Achiever

Next week I will be attending my very first personal finance conference.

This is important for two reasons. First, because I will be moving one step closer to my dream. Getting my finances in order. Solidifying my future. Expanding my education by learning more about investing, saving and creating smart financial goals.

The second reason is because I will be taking this excursion entirely on my own. No friends or family to lean on. Navigating an airport, ground transportation, and a ginormous resort hotel. By. Myself.

To those of you who actually know me, your jaws have probably dropped to the floor by now. Because I barely leave the house, much less travel across the country.

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I’m a remote worker, faithful Amazon Prime member and loyal user of Peapod grocery delivery service. I prefer to have things come to me.

More importantly, I prefer not to go out in public. At least not very often.

So the fact that I’m stepping out into the “real world” and leaning into my discomfort, is extremely surprising to those I know.

 What I Learned From One Year of Anonymous Blogging

It’s been one year since I started this journey of blogging anonymously.

When I researched and purchased my domain name, set up a pretty basic and free WordPress theme. Signed up for a few free online courses. And dove headfirst into the glamorous world of beginner blogging.

Along the way, I’ve learned a few things.

Things like:

Your website doesn’t need to be that fancy, since most people will be reading your blog over mobile anyway.

Pinterest is a quick way to start getting traffic, but it isn’t the end-all-be-all of blogging strategy. And it shouldn’t be your only means of gaining traffic.

Also, a lot of people will try to sell you stuff. The magic elixir to blogging success. The way to increase blog traffic by 5000%. The secret sauce to making an affiliate sale within 5 hours so you can haul in $80,000 of profits in your first 30 days. Ha.

But a lot of them are really good at it because I’ve fallen for so many of these sales pitches over the past 12 months.

Also, I happen to be an extremely optimistic and trusting person, giving most people the benefit of the doubt. So I’m sure that played into the equation as well.

And, oh yeah, the MOST important thing I’ve learned as an anonymous blogger —

Blogging is HARD work.
There is A LOT to learn.
And it can be overwhelming.

So why would anyone want to begin blogging in the first place?

And why in the world would you even think about blogging anonymously?