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Wordcamp Orlando 2014 Day 2

I’m here at Wordcamp Orlando, FL 2014 and it’s Day 2. I’ll post on Day 1 later on. It’s been a while that I have neglected my blog but since I’m trying to catch up on the WP and blogging world I thought I’d make a quick post between speakers. Wordcamp Orlando 2014

 

The first day’s speaker was @rkoffy on Express Yourself: Developing Your WordPress voice.  It’s Saturday so I missed a bit of the beginning but I’m reminded to do the work up front for your blog and be sure to interact with other social media to have my voice heard. Since I write for many sites as an freelance writer when I blog for myself my voice is a bit different.

I’ll need to make a few points of checking my automation for whatever I post that it goes to other social media sites like Google+ and Twitter. I prefer to choose which ones go on my personal  FB page. That said, it’s time to dust off the keyboards to my blog and get kicking again. It’s always good to hear more than the technology/developer/designer side and today’s  workshops are a bit more about monetizing, growing traffic, how to make a business with your blog and with using WP. I’m inspired, let’s see if life gets in the way!

Why did you start your blog?

I have a number of blogs – I first started one a few years ago when I returned from my trip from Northern India, to post the photos and letters that I had written during my one month stay. I believe I used Blogger.com at the time and later went to WordPress.

I never kept a regular blog until about two years ago when I decided to look into writing again and doing freelance writing work. After much research I liked WordPress more than other blogging sites as it offered more flexibility should I choose to monetize the site later on.

I attended my first Word Camp in Miami last year and hope to go again this year. I learned a lot, not just about how to set up a self-hosting site, prior to going, but about myself and what I was capable of.

I have many blogs to exhibit my writing and just to get my thoughts out there and if it brings on conversation and ideas from others I have fulfilled the mission of blogging for myself – to inform, entertain, document my life and life lessons. Blogging, it’s a good thing.

Me? An Entrepreneur?

My thoughts on starting my own business and paying per task not for time spent.

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I've always thought about and have started my own business. However, not in the traditional sense of brick and mortar. I would have an internet based business so that I can cut overhead and not have to pay salaries. I prefer to do things by contract workers. Just pay for what you need. Employees are a waste of time to make money they spend time, and that's not alway productive.

The best way of making money and spending money on creating more business is by using your time and resources carefully. Which for me means paying for a service or task, not paying for people to take up space and do a "job", I want them to fulfill a need.

My business as a freelance writer allows me to do just this. I can be hired as a consultant to write for someone and get paid for that work as it's completed within their guidelines and deadlines; not just sit and wait for someone to tell me what to do and wait until the timeclock says I'm done.

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Technology & it’s Impact on Families

Technology can bring us closer as a family, as long as we know when to stop using it and be "real".

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Technology is chaging the way families interact in both positive and negative, however I believe it's mostly positive. The negative is that we sometimes don't have real face-to-face conversations when we should.

The positive is that in our time when many of us are separated by distance and don't always get to catch up with one another in the day to day things of our lives – things like social media, smart phones, computers, wireless/internet – technology allow us to post videos, photos, voice messages etc – that can bring our families together, wheras in the past we were subject waiting for the times when we would have to wait for a physical visit and family gatherings.

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An ‘aha’ moment

Aha!

Who I think about

When I think of the phrase “aha moment” I think of Oprah. It’s interesting to note that it’s not a phrase or saying that she created, like the cook who kept referring to EVOO, which she meant as, extra virgin olive oil. The reason I or others might think of Oprah when you say what is you’re a-ha moment is that she says it on her television show often and she’s a very well known talk show hosts. If she weren’t it the words a-ha wouldn’t bring Oprah to mind.

First names only

While we’re on the topic of people who are known by their first names only – did you ever wonder how that occurs? Like the artist who tried to be known for her first name, Monica, it was so common people who say, Monica who?  But if you say, “Madonna, Cher, Oprah, Sting, Prince” – people actually don’t have to ask who, they say, “what about them?”

Brad’s Aha!

Now back to today’s topic, my recent aha moment. Well, I’ll have to think about that. Hmmm yes, time is ticking so it must not be that earth shattering that I can’t think of anything more recent then from the a couple of weeks ago when I read the opening letter from a book I’m going through, “My Life is Not My Own,” by Bill Bright.

So maybe this is not my aha moment, but that of one of Dr. Bright’s son, Brad Bright. Through Brad’s aha moment, I had my own. Brad talked about how he overhead a reporter ask his father, the founder of one of the largest international Christian organizations in the world, “Could you share a problem you face that the average Joe Christian can relate to?”  Dr. Bright’s response was that he had no problems.

According to Brad, he said the reported asked the same question in several different ways and was frustrated that Dr. Bright had the same answer. Finally, Dr. Bright told the reporter and said, “Young man, you need to understand something, I am a slave of Jesus. It is not the slave’s responsibility to be successful, but simply to do what the Master asks. When you understand this, you will realize you don’t have problems. All that’s left are opportunities to see the Master work.”

Became my Aha!

And this is what became my aha moment, the words of Dr. Bright, through his son’s memory of his own aha moment. Even though Brad was raised in the household of his father and had heard him speak many times, he never got what his father meant about being a slave to God until he overheard this interviewer ask his dad that one question, and Dr. Bright’s response.

I spoke with a long-time employee of Campus Crusade who said that when Dr. Bright was alive and would speak to the people, he would often refer to being a slave to Christ. She said that she didn’t read his book but was glad that there was an explanation of what Dr. Bright was referring to.  I am fortunate to have received a copy of the book because I volunteered at Campus and during the holidays, Dr. Bright’s widow, Vonette Bright sends out Christmas cards and gifts every year; of which I was helping package the mailings of her gift. In her gift package were two books, the one I’m talking about and the second is a book that she wrote called, “In His Hands.” Her Christmas card included a note with her photograph holding her favorite photo of her dear husband. Now that’s another story.

Do you prefer to talk or text?

Interesting topic, it depends on how fast I need information and who I need to contact and whether or not the other party has the ability to send and receive texts. But then again that’s being rational. The straight answer is I prefer to text everything. I love it so much that I will text even urgent matters to my husband as he’s a texter too. Is that even a word?  My husband likes to text, then uses it against me; cause I may not  remember something I said, or worse texted, and then he has proof!

 

I know that there’s an alarming number of young people who stopped talking on their phones only to be found texting even when they are right next to the person they are texting. I don’t see a problem with that. However our 8-year-old is smarter than the average bear. She often asks us if we are texting each other in her presence as she’s figured out that we don’t want to discuss certain things in front of her and that was the next best thing to communicate to one another when we had to all be together.

 

There are of course times that I hate when people text. If you knew me, you’d know those are strong words as I dislike things, but I don’t hate things. Mainly I hate when people text and drive. It’s not only my pet peeve as I have seen and heard the dangerousness of this behavior. My husband does it often.

 

Once I was following behind him in my car, he was only one car in front of me and he texted me something. I couldn’t and don’t like to text back so I called him and asked him why he was texting me when he could call.

 

I thought the only reason in the past that he would text me was because he might not be able to have a verbal conversation while he was at work. But he said that he can text better then he could talk, even while he was driving. This is mainly an issue for me when we are in the same car and I’m the passenger and I see him texting and going off the road. He’s stopped doing it for the most part, unless he’s at a stop.  ~L

Who deserves more credit? Depends on how you define the word

Who deserves more credit?

 

Here’s another topic for WordPress’ topics to write about. One could read this to mean either credit for work done or not; or finances. Since this is part of my challenge to blog daily, it’s nice that I can write however and whatever I choose. So here it is:

 

Answer: Everyone else. Yes, that’s right, I am not my own. If I took credit, both for the good and bad things that happen around me, then I would have no need to for others in my life. Honestly, sometimes I want it that way. I used to have a sign in my room that said, “The more I know people, the more I like my dog.” That’s funny in a pet lover kind of way. But not as a person who’s supposed to be living life outside of a hermit shell.

 

 

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Letter: Acts of kindness, you may never know how far your generousity can reach

My dear friend,

I hope you are doing well. I just wanted to drop you a note and thank you again for taking time out of your trip to Hawaii – to shop and mail me goodies from back home. The reason I bring this up, is that I wanted to a share a story with you.

In early April, I received a message that my Aunt Violet (my mom’s sister, who lives in Alabama) had gone into a coma. I last saw her in person this past summer with my husband and stepdaughter. Aunt Violet was similar to my mom, and since my mom passed in 1993 at the age of 58, I was quite close to this aunt, even though we lived far from each other.

Several times a year I would mail my Aunt – dried shrimp, fish, poi, etc and my Uncle Fred, her husband loved the Chocolate Mac nuts.  So, when I moved from HI to Orlando a little over a year ago, this became a little difficult. I’m thankful that you took the extra time to get a few more things on my shopping list, like the dry poi and dried seafood, so I could then mail it to her at the end of March – for her birthday, which was April 8.  She usually calls me when she gets letters or boxes from me; however, I got busy and forgot about it.

On April 4, I received a message from my cousin that my Aunt had been in a coma for several days. I drove out the next day. When I got there, she was sitting up in a wheelchair, asleep, with a plate of food in front of her. I couldn’t get any info from the staff and my Uncle who doesn’t hear well to use a phone, was probably going to the airport to pick up his son as he too wasn’t there.

Anyway, I was there for about 5 or 6 hours, my uncle didn’t show, and I had to start my drive back to FL as I had a meeting in a couple days (it’s about a 11-12 hr drive). While talking with my Aunt, who was always alert and oriented, I realized that she had no memory of me, nor many of her ten brothers and sisters, nor any memory of my mom or that my mom had passed. My Aunt kept repeating herself and didn’t want to eat. All she asked me for was a Coke to help settle her stomach.  She slept and I sat with her. I went outside to call my family so they would know we must have received the wrong info as she wasn’t in a coma but had lost much of her memory and wasn’t eating.

As I said goodbye to her I realized that I might never see her again. I prayed with her and hugged her. She looked much like my mom. It was a difficult time.  When I returned home, I heard that she did eat some poi and dried shrimp. That made my day.

Last week I got word that my Aunt Violet passed away on Wed, April 28.  I was in disbelief, yet I was thankful for the time I got to spend with her. I also remembered that one of the few things that always brought her job, was fish and poi; and at the end that’s also the one thing she ate was dried shrimp and poi.

This was made possible, because of you, my friend.  I am indebted to you for your hospitality, your time, and spirit of sharing. Thank you for providing a favorite meal, probably some of the last bits of food and memories of Hawaii – to my 85 yr old Auntie. I appreciate you and know that even the small acts of kindness, can have a long lasting and wide effect then you may ever know.

Aloha,
Monica

2 May 2010

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