I had a hard time putting up that tip jar, I really did. I thought about it for months, going back and forth on the idea, telling myself that it would be rude and presumptuous of me to to ask for, well...anything in return for my writing. It's just writing, after all - and I chose to do this. It's not something I have to do, or even need to do.
To be perfectly honest, I started this blog as a kind of time capsule. I wanted to have something to look back on, to remind myself of who I was in this period of my life. And, if anything ever happened to me, I wanted Mike to have something more than photographs.
I could have never predicted what has happened - my world has expanded. I am lucky enough now to be able to say that yes, I do have a small purpose in my life, such as it is. I go to work, love my family and then, in my spare time, send some words out into the universe hoping that they will help a woman realize that yes, she is free - free enough to fight and be feminine at the same time. Free enough to choose to live.
But while this part of my life keeps changing, the other has not. I could choose to keep putting off getting myself a good holster and belt, to miss opportunities like Blogger Bashes and Appleseed shoots, and to stop taking new women to the range because of the cost. But I feel as if I can't, not now. I keep thinking of that one woman - that one whose mind I might change. I don't begin to imagine that I am somehow going to change the world but making a difference, even a tiny one, would be a great accomplishment.
So I thank you for your help, your kindness, and your faith in me. I am touched and humbled by every gift and promise that they will be used for gun-related things only. My benefactors should expect a handmade card in the mail - something tangible, made by me, to say thank you.