Drum Roll, Please … Accepting the Versatile Blogger Award


Many thanks to Quixotic Reflections for the Versatile Blogger Award nomination.  I am honored and pleased!  The fantastic blogs that I nominate for this award, in no particular order, are:

1.  Kevin’s Blog

2.  Kelzbelzphotography

3.  The Honking Goose

4.  Maybe Someone Should Write That Down

5.   Finish That Novel

6.  Wellfesto

7.  A Narcissist Writes Letters, to Himself

8. Pursuit of Life

9.  Ben’s Bitter Blog

Apologies if a nominee considers these “chain mail” awards as spam.  If so, please ignore and forgive.  I’m still in the place where, when anyone reads my blog let alone takes the time to recognize it, I’m thrilled.  Also, I like the idea of bringing more attention to interesting minds out there.

Rules of the award for those nominated, if they choose to accept, are as follows:

  • Show the award on your blog.
  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Share seven facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 blogs (I’m a rule breaker, as I’m nominating 9 in this post.  Partly because Quixotic Reflections nominated a bunch that I would nominate, and partly because I’m trying to choose carefully … ).
  • Link your nominees’ blogs, and let them know.

Seven things about me:

1.  I was a cheerleader in high school.  Serious stuff — we went to camps and competed and did pretty well for a tiny private school squad.

2.  The summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years in high school, I bought a bag of Harlequin romances for a dollar and read them all within about two weeks.  It was like crack; I couldn’t stop.

3.  I went topless on a beach in Saint Tropez when I was 19, until I saw the naked Germans making out next to me.  The word “Orangina,” as shouted by the beach hawkers walking by, still makes me cringe a little.

4.  I’m terrible at picking out gifts.

5.  I learned to alpine ski when I was 23 and to water ski when I was 35.

6.  Even thought I live in the mountains, I’ve only hiked one fourteener.

7.  I enjoy fly fishing, although I need a lot more practice.


Why Do We Do What We Do?

Motivations are tricky.  What compels someone to do something really stupid and post a video of it on Facebook?  Why would someone run for public office, let alone the presidency?  Why would I write a blog?

<<chirp, chirp>>

If ever the topic of my blog arises in conversation, reactions range from mild interest to “Oh . . .  wait, what?”  I get a lot of “What is your blog about?”  As if I have a purpose.  As if I have a single topic that is interesting enough to merit blogging about it.

Some people do.  Some are motivated by money and they zero-in on that thing, whatever it is, to generate traffic to their store, website, tourist attraction, sponsors or whatever.  I respect that, usually.  This is the way things are done these days.

Some people are true capital W writers and their blog is just another forum for them to express their meaningfulness and interact with their capital R readers.  Go and do, Great Minds!

My motivations for a blog have been more, what? Subtle?  I started out thinking I would use it as a place to write down little lessons I’ve learned over the years, in story telling mode.  I envisioned career/corporate world stuff.  The name “Tilting Up” was a reaction to “Lean In,” a book title that got so much attention and created such a stir that I never read it.  I’m a woman who was in an advancing career and who suddenly, and with mystery for some of those around me, left to live in a resort town.  I didn’t leave my brain behind and I still had things to share and add to that world, I thought, so I would do it in a blog.

A funny thing happened as my fingers hit the laptop keys:  I didn’t write my thoughts on effective leadership or how to communicate in the board room.  Instead, life came through.  People, relationships, mundanities, tragedy, humor, love and loss.  Dogs, snow and a convertible.  And I found that what I thought was my original motivation wasn’t even real.

So now I wonder, what is it?  Why do I do what I do?  It’s a connection to people I know and those I don’t.  It’s a catharsis I didn’t know I needed.  It’s fun.  It’s something I do without having to.  My own thing, my own deadlines or not, my own topics, my own thoughts.  No agenda.  No goals.

Motivation for Taking the Cat on a 10 Day Camping Trip?

Motivation for Taking the Cat on a 10 Day Camping Trip . . . He’s Fun?

Still don’t have much of an answer here.  Not sure it really matters.  Thanks for reading —  maybe you are my motivation!

I would still like to know why someone would willingly run for president.

Happy 2015 and Happy Motivating!