Figuring The Risk

Hey there Facebook peeps. This is the last post you’ll see on my wall. From now on all blog posts will go to facebook.com/allinadadswork. To all my WordPress peeps, you’ll still find me in the same ole place on WordPress. However, if you’d like to meet on Facebook, feel free to check out that link. 

Taking this step to create a Facebook companion site for my blog got me thinking. Mostly about risks. It got me thinking about all that happens when a risk presents itself. From calculations carefully made or not, to self doubt, to constantly questioning ourselves why… There is no shortage of wondering what we’re doing before a risk is accepted. 

And rightly so.

It’s too risky to take a risk without first giving it thought. My risk was minimal. It’s just Facebook. I paid no money. It only required a few minutes of my time. I seriously doubt it will change my life for better or worse. If no one likes it, I can make it go away. It’ll clear up my personal page to use for personal posts rather than posts I post to The World. 

My risk could involve money. I could pay for Facebook to “boost” my posts so it gets viewed by more people. However, that risk factor makes no cents (get it?) because my blog is free. Driving more traffic to it would triple what I’m making from it now. Triple nothing is still nothing. The financial risk for such an endeavor is too great. I would effectively spend more than I would bring in. My R.O.I. (Return On Investment) would be non-existent. If my blog were my livelihood and actually made money, I could consider it more deeply.

What kept me from undertaking this risk sooner was self doubt. 

What if nobody likes me?
What if it’s a waste of time?
What if it doesn’t work?
What will people think of me? 

Of these, the only one I really took to heart was the third one: What if it doesn’t work? I knew a few people would like me (the page, not me specifically). Perhaps not hundred or thousands, but someone would like the page. A waste of time? I’ll be okay if all I lost was the half hour it took to set it up. What will people think of me? I laughed that one off. Besides family and close friends, I’ve never really cared what others thought of me. What others think of me is none of my business. If you saw the clothes I wore in middle and high school, it would be as clear as the neon I wore. 

I think self doubt is always a big factor in the risks we take. Perhaps we avoid the risk to protect ourselves or to protect others. Perhaps we avoid the risk to avoid feeling that uncomfortable feeling that comes with the unknown. That doubt, that nagging feeling that keeps questioning, Is this the right thing? impedes our progress forward. That doubt can be a positive, though. It does make us stop and think and calculate our risk. We just need to be careful after we stop to think that we don’t forget to get moving again.

Isn’t that so true? Whether it’s business, parenting, or life…

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How to Find Me

Instead of playing Where’s Waldo, we’ll play Where’s Woody (a nickname of mine). I’m feeling brave and am hoping to reach more people so I’ve gone ahead and created a companion Facebook site. You can find it at www.facebook.com/allinadadswork .

 

Like it because it’s likeable. Follow it because it’ll be entertaining. Share it because you want to entertain your friends. Or not.It’ll be your loss….

I’ve discovered I’m only getting an average of 70 views a month from Facebook. That works out to 2.333 views per day. My goal is to clear my personal FB site of blog posts and post them to the new page.

Sunday Share coming tomorrow!

p.s. You can also find me on twitter!

O is for… 

 is for Orioles! This has zip, zero, zilch to do with parenting except that I did allow Bang to stay up and watch a game last Friday. It was an 8 pm start time and his big brother was having a sleepover at Nanny’s. Bang didn’t want to go home and go to bed so I offered to let him stay up to watch some of the Orioles game. They were playing the Blue Jays, his favorite team. We are in Blue Jay territory, so I allow it. We have a friendly rivalry. DW went to visit a friend so Bang and I skipped off to the store to pick up a bag of Ruffles then we parked ourselves on the couch and munched our way through 7 innings of baseball. He learned what all the numbers meant – the score, the count, the outs, and the innings. Mom was surprised when she got home at 9:30 to find him still wide awake. By 10, his Blue Jays were losing 5-3 and he lost interest in the game so up to bed he went. I was impressed that he was so interested in the game for that long.

is for obsession. My two obsessions are running and baseball (and perhaps this blog) (Okay. Definitely this blog). Though, I’ve been watching more baseball than I have been running. But I’m slowly getting back into it. I’ve got a new pair of shoes to help me do just that. I have a drawer full of running shirts. Long sleeved. Short sleeved. Tank tops, even. I only have a few pairs of shorts and some pants for running. I use Nike+ on my phone to track my runs. My Orioles memorabilia is limited to a couple hats, a lanyard, and few shirts. The Eddie Murray jersey being my favorite. I can’t wait to make it back to Camden Yards again.

Crash’s obsession, like so many other 9 year olds, is with Minecraft. Some may argue that it’s a waste of time. Others argue that it’s a tool for creativity through it’s endless way to build. Or a tool for science with its redstone circuits. It’s a double edged sword. It can be obsessive. If we didn’t set a time limit he would do nothing else. I can see it’s obsessive nature when his time is up. I hear either, “1 minute” which he tries to drag out to 20 more minutes. Or I hear, “UGH!”. It’s to the point now that if he doesn’t turn it off within a couple minutes of his time ending he loses it for a week. This is one of those weeks. We’ve allowed him to earn it back each day by cleaning. I also see how much he loves to play it and after a long day of school, it’s a great way to wind down. Plus I’ve seen how much he loves building and exploring.

Bang’s obsession is a bit more subtle. He enjoys playing Minecraft with his brother, but I wouldn’t call it an obsession. He loves playing Mario Kart on the Wii, but again, it’s not something he’s constantly thinking about playing. He loves junk food, chocolate especially. But who doesn’t? He’s just taking after his parents. I think the closest thing to obsession he has is with Candy Crush. Yes, that cell phone game. What’s more though, is that he’s good at it! Not only does he beat levels that we’ve been stuck on for days, he also gets us top rankings in high scores among our friends. Whether he plays on my phone or his mother’s, he loves it.

DW’s obsession might be me. She loves me to no end and everything she does she does for me. Stop laughing, it’s not a joke. Okay. Yes, it is. I would venture a guess and say that Facebook might be DW’s obsession. She loves coming home from work and just relaxing on the big, comfy couch and catching up with friends via Facebook. It’s also her way of sharing everything from what we’re up doing to what’s going on in town our local friends are interested in. Her other obsession is gardening. Her rose bushes make the neighbors jealous. Her clematis is climbing up the downspout and the porch is always in full color with the flower she picks for the planters.

Our obsession are the little things that make us happy. They’re the things that distract us from the endless responsibilites of life. It’s our time out. I just have to remember to put down the blog, turn off the Orioles game, and go make supper before the kids start eating each other.

What’s your obsession? If it’s Twitter you’ll find me at Stomperdad.

Dear Facebook

FB iconDear Facebook friends,

All y’all are awesome. I know for the last 11 months it seems like all you’re seeing from my status updates are blog posts. How frickin’ boring, right? All though, I wonder how many see yet another post from me and think “He’s hogging my news feed with all his posts” and scroll right by it. I know this isn’t true for all of you. I have received many comments in conversation about what I write. So, I know some of you are reading this stuff. Thank you! I certainly do appreciate it. Especially, when those comments come from unexpected sources.

You’re probably wondering why I’ve taken to blogging. I can’t exactly answer that other than by telling you I’m not exactly sure either. I enjoy writing, obviously. I enjoy getting an idea to write about then finding out where it takes me. Kind of like running. I start running and I see what happens*. Where will my run take me and what will happen along the way? Much like a day in the life with kids, anything is possible.

*Speaking of running, I need to get my lazy ass back out there. This is the best season for it!

Anyway, deep down, I’d like to one day become a published author of either children’s books or perhaps young adult novels. Perhaps even old adult novels. I’m still testing the waters. I don’t really have any idea yet. Right now though, I’m just trying to survive my kids. But I thought I’d work on my writing through blogging for two reasons.

Reason A is that by writing every day, theoretically it should improve. Much like running consistently should make me a better runner. Of course, I could become a better runner faster by running intervals (alternating fast/slow paces), by making sure I run up and down lots of hills and by eating properly. The equivalent to this in the world of writing would be to challenge myself to write frequently, write on various topics, to various audiences. While the majority of my writing is about the perpetual motions of Crash and Bang, I do write some short stories and write about different aspects of life.

Reason B also has to do with becoming published. I’m building a following. Between Facebook, Twitter, and WordPress, I have a total of 659 followers. With a little work, a little luck, and whole bunch of words, I can build a readership of people who will want to read the book(s) I write.

Did I say two reasons? What you heard is not what I meant. I meant three. Reason C is that it has become my way of sharing our stories. Whether they are full of comedy or frustration, I like to share. Perhaps someone else will think, “Damn, it could be a whole lot worse.” Or “Glad I’m not the only one!” While mom and dad are probably thinking “Glad to see he’s got children just like himself!” (The “Mom Curse” anyone? That’ll be for another post.)wp

Anyway, as for my WP friends reading this, don’t worry about finding me on Facebook. I’m not there much and I won’t “friend” you unless I know you in real life. I know you on WP and WP is my new FB, anyway.