I’m at the Savvy Blogging Summit, and that’s my view as I write this morning.
This very early morning when I should be sleeping, but can’t.
Perhaps that is due to my still-spinning head after only a half-day in the presence of blogging greatness.
It’s fun (and frightening) to go into a situation where I openly introduce myself as Nony the Slob. Amazingly, most people nod in understanding instead of running far away.
I’ve been told that I don’t look like a slob. Even Mara, from Kosher on a Budget, who has been a reader here for a very long time, seemed surprised.
I was asked last night how I really felt about calling myself a slob. That’s a tough one.
I didn’t want to use the word slob.
It is a horrible word.
It’s the word I had always feared being called. Saying I was messy or that I struggled with housekeeping was true, and sounded so much better.
But calling myself a slob was a huge first step for me. By using this terrible word, I was finally admitting that this was a major problem. It was affecting my life and the lives of my husband and children negatively, and I needed to acknowledge how bad it really was in order to make changes.
And it’s real changes that are the fuel for this blog.
The completely-unexpected-in-the-beginning benefit of being honest? I’ve learned that I am far from alone, and that there are others (many others) out there who can identify with my struggles and who need to know that they aren’t alone either. And somehow, writing about housekeeping and organization has become my passion.
If you’re new here, be sure to check out my Methods page, where I share the things that work for my unique slob-brain. I’ve found ways to get my house under control and keep it that way. For more glimpses inside my brain, check out my top posts.