One Snowflake at a Time

Remembering how a community can bend the strong.

Taking the step to go into something uncertain seems so daunting. Older figures remind us with things like “Oh, you’ll figure it out along the way…” — But is it just me that genuinely asks “Well, what if I don’t?”

Sophia Efthimiatou

shared a new year’s thought about starting a Substack. Stories were shared about a dreamer

Hoarse Whisperer

going for what they really want, how he struggled until one encouraging nudge from his son (and perhaps some lifelong hidden nudges before that) was given — and things turned around for him. As if what he really wanted and pining for all these years was meant for him — just waiting, loud and clear.

It’s easy to market my work on social media, but the fruits I’m expecting to grow aren’t growing. I mean, I kind of knew that organic media growth won’t happen overnight but I’m beginning to embrace the slow grind more and more. My husband calls me a sloth anyway (because I have a slower pace than him). I’m learning that it’s okay to work more on the quality of my writing, and less time on marketing. Lowkey though - I feel like I give myself such a hard time putting myself out there (online) because I feel like no one cares or knows about what I share… and if I don’t share my work at all other than Substack, no one will know or I won’t be able to grow my audience as much as I’d like to.

In the long run, as I take my creative work more seriously — I just have this strong feeling that I can make a living off of it. Something that can help provide for my family. My husband is a wonderful provider and he tells me not to worry if I decided not to work, since I’m a full-time homemaker — which can also be a very intense job. Homemaking is becoming therapeutic for me, especially at times when I have God in my thoughts through it all. It can be overwhelming as well, and when it does, the opportunity to step back, pause, and see things as they truly are are there for us to choose from.

There are so many skills I want to learn, and one of them is becoming more self-sustainable. Having my own organic vegetable garden, planting lots of lovely things that could be edible, making DIY natural/organic body products, and so much more. And I’m getting there. Slowly, but surely. One step at a time. I feel so strongly drawn to becoming an expert at these skills I have yet to discover — only because I know it’ll be such a great wholesome source for me to connect with nature and myself, besides the online community. Sounds like a lot of work, I know. But there’s a reason why we keep coming back to things. And when we really pursue it, take care of it, nurture it — something magical happens.

One snowflake at a time. I imagine snowflakes holding hands in an effort to not melt but instead keep a momentum where two become a community — to help the tree branches bend out of their comfort zone, only for a season. Making trees just a little bit stronger, or creating a seasonal companionship for ones neglected. Why yes, this is a bait for a life analogy.

Oh, Goody Goody Gum Drops

Speaking of organic and sustainable (lol) — here’s something I’ve been really loving lately. And other expected wholesome things…

• a childhood playlist that calms me down, and hopefully help calm your seas

• Here’s another quote from my undying love
  for Anne of Green Gables (said by Anne)
  “...“Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne. “You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, ‘Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.’ But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.”...”