I started blogging about a year ago. Sometimes I wonder why I still do it. Sometimes I feel like I am so random, that this space on the interwebs doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes I’m serious and sometimes I’m a total goofball. Sometimes I pour out what’s on my heart and sometimes I don’t (that’s when the blog is silent). Sometimes I feel like I say way too much online and then fear and insecurity take hold.
But just when I am about to throw in the towel and stop blogging altogether… I receive the kindest email from a friend or a stranger who reads my words on here. And that is what keeps me going. That’s what keeps me writing.
I am so thankful for the online community I have found. Thankful for all the women who have made a network that matters. For my first year of blogging, I didn’t know where to find help or ask questions and now I have a place to go! So thank you!
And now for some silliness….
My entire life I have always had some serious bed head. Apparently I felt the need to start documenting it on Instagram. Why?
Cause I’m cool like that. I have no idea.
You can follow along @amberzaccagni or join in the fun with your own awesomeness using the hashtag #mymorningmop …like Nicole did :) <— and be on the lookout for a bed head contest in the near future! For reals.
And here is where my heart is lately…
This month I am doing a Purpose Project with The Mocha Club. I first learned about this amazing organization last fall at The Influence Conference. My project is called the aWEARness project. A little bit inspired by the idea in Jen Hatmaker’s book 7 and some ideas I had last summer about making an effort to support non-profits & businesses who are doing their part to fight injustices. I turned 35 this year, and I really want to make this year count. I want it to mean something. To not be “just another year.”
I am trying to raise $800…enough to give 2 women in Ethiopia a second chance. Currently, they live a life in prostitution, not because they want to, but because they have no other means to support themselves, their children. It costs $400 for one woman to be rescued and given a new life. A life out of the sex industry and one where truth and love and life will be spoken into them.
But I need help. Would you join with me in helping give these women the life they deserve?
It’s not for me that I am asking… it’s for them.
Thanks for stopping by!
and today I have the privilege of guest posting over at Women with Worth