Last night I decided to enter one of my blogs in a contest, the prize being to get paid for blogging for a year. I thought about it a little as it was my Love Letters blog. My feeling was that no one would really want to pay someone to write the things I do on that blog, but you can never tell.
Enter I did, posting the widget and a post explaining what I was doing. As I thought about it during the night and today it felt increasingly off. I heard from a reader who echoed some of my feelings on the matter. The post came down along with the widget and I decided to let it alone. Still I have to wonder as a writer, I would want to be published and paid for what I do, even though the writing would be a part of me. Why would my blog be any different. It doesn’t make my love any less real but in fact would create a perhaps an opportunity to get it out there where it would last, a memory of a love so strong.
Now I find myself torn and reminded that if we don’t reach for opportunities, how will they ever find us.