Growing up in a small town can be fun. It can be more than fun it can be great. My childhood is filled with memories of bike rides, football games, and hanging out uptown. Everyone knew your name, your family, and your background.  It was cozy. It was great.

I never questioned that I wanted my child to grow up in a small town. I wanted him to know his neighbor and his grandmothers neighbor. I wanted to give him saftey and security.

It wasn’t until entering the social media world that I realized how big the world is.

The past year and a half I have spent networking and meeting new friends online. Finding peole on Twitter and having dinner with women from around the world. All with different backgrounds, different histories, different outlooks. I love to learn. Listen to their past. Learn their lessons before I make their mistakes. The mentors I have made online have given me views on life that I couldn’t otherwise have had.

I am able to look at the way I raise my child from at least ten different views. I have started giving thought to the food I put on my table and the way in which I keep my home. I have started to look at the way in which I look at my life, my body, my future. The women I have met grew up rich, poor, and in between. They were raised in the country and the city. They went to college and they dropped out. They made it big, gave it all up, and settled down. They made it big, grew bigger, and enjoyed their success. I know women from every walk of life.

This is more powerful than any college education.

This is more powerful than any library.

This is the most powerful tool I have ever held.

Thank you for supporting me, teaching me, and guiding me.