A couple of weeks ago, I got an email from a nice woman who is the editor from a website called How To Do Things. She explained she had happened upon my blog in search of people who might be interested in contributing at How To Do Things.
Here’s what she told me…
We think that everyone in the world is an expert in something and our goal is to connect people who understand a process with those who are trying to figure it out. I noticed that you have a lot of useful information on parenting from a male perspective.
You’re clearly interested in sharing your ideas and knowledge online. I know that our readers would benefit from your insight as well. You seem to have the “look on the positive side” and “here’s what we can do to help” approach that we consider to match the tone of our site.
This email kinda freaked me out. I mean, here was someone who was telling me she saw me as an expert in parenting.
An expert?! Expert?! In parenting?!
I guess I should just put this out there. So that there’s no confusion to any of my 11 readers, I have a confession to make. It might come as some shock to you and will certainly make my friend from How To Do Things run for someone else, but here it is…
I have no freakin’ clue what I’m doing here.
I know! How embarrassing to be outed in this way.
Please. Please, don’t tell anyone.
Especially if I decide to take the nice lady up on her offer and pretend I know what I’m doing with this parenting thing.
Just call me an “expert.”
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