Two years ago I started a blog. I felt nudged to do it, so I did.
First, I researched naming a blog – dos, don’ts, cautions, and considerations – but I wasn’t coming up with the perfect name. I threw caution to the wind, ignored the do’s and don’ts, and told perfection to kiss it. I squished my name – Jamie Muscato – together and named my blog jamuscat.
It wasn’t easy to pronounce, it would need spelled for everyone, and what does it mean anyway? I didn’t care. The nudge was to start a blog, not to find a perfect name and then start a blog.
My tagline was “Finding Joy”. That kind of sucked too because another woman out there had taken claim to the name. Again, I didn’t care. I was coming out of a dark period and was slowly emerging by finding joy. It was fitting, so I used it. Next.
Once I committed to finding joy, I started noticing it in simple, unexpected ways, like in a book that I wrote in the second grade.
Buried in a box of my old stuff that Mom snuck over to the house, this book brought back fond memories and prompted my very first blog post – Sometimes I Think.
I kept looking for joy. I found it while playing with sidewalk chalk alongside my then one-and-a-half year old.
The shirts I had made for our “Moose-Cat-Oh” family Halloween costume brought lots of joy.
So did taking the time to document my and Miller’s matching Chuck Taylors (made even better by the matching red lips we acquired in the process).
In December, after four months of blogging on my old site, I came up with Commode To Joy.
It didn’t quite fit the old theme. Rather than finding obvious joy, I’d be sifting through the pieces of something less than desirable to find the good, the ode, the joy.
The name change made sense to me, because in finding joy, a second phenomenon happened: My perspective shifted. CTJ is reflective of taking a shift.
The goal of Commode To Joy is to make you think or to make you feel. I want you to feel good. Joyful even. Need relief? Lighten up. In other words, take the lessons and the good stuff with you, and move on. Grab your version of sidewalk chalk, and enjoy.
Think of it as an antidepressant using words.
None of this would have been discovered had I not first started a poorly named blog. Had I striven for perfection, I’d probably still be deciding a name. Instead, I went for it.
In two years I’ve organically increased views, viewers, and followers. I’ve gotten paid writing gigs and have been featured on larger blog sites. I’ve written a book (to be published), and I’ve adapted and grown both as a writer and personally.
It all started with a nudge. Even though my stack of fearful what-ifs was taller than me, I decided I was greater than my fears. You are too.
Whatever it is you’re thinking about doing? Less thinking. More doing. Stop questioning. Just do.
If it sucks, it sucks. You can either walk away or tweak it.
If it’s mediocre, so be it. You can walk away or tweak it.
If it’s off the charts outstanding right from the start? Well, good for you, and let me know what that’s like!
The point isn’t to be perfect. The point is that you’re listening to the nudge.
So here I am, once again following a nudge to write about a post commemorating two years of blogging.
Finding joy was the was the warm up. Commode To Joy is the main event.
If you’ve been here since the beginning, thank you. If you’re just joining the fun? Welcome.