Have you ever thought about how hard it is to make new friends as an adult? When we were kids we could just walk up to another kid on the playground and ask her if she wanted to join us on the monkey bars or the swings and a friendship was forged. Later you’d invite her over for a sleepover and you’d eat junk food, share secrets, or try to figure out how to put on makeup.
But once I traded pigtails for pencil skirts making new friends got tough — that is until I started blogging.
This week I got to write a story for one of my favorite local magazines. I was interviewed for a podcast. I got to meet with tourism bureaus who want to pay for me to travel to their cities. I got paid to help women write and see their writing in print. I got paid to blog for a woman-owned business that I love. And I had meetings for two potential partnerships that could allow me to have more impact and make more income in 2020.
I’m not going to lie — this week made me feel like a badass babe. But here’s the thing: I didn’t do anything this week that you can’t do, too.