I have no business being a blogger.
I'm far too sensitive to the potential that my words might offend – or worse hurt another person. I worry too often about ruffled feathers (think this post and this one) and yet am still compelled to state my own truth and share my vision of this life. I wonder if I am ever misunderstood, and with no way of reading you (except through your comments) I will never know. Worry, fret, write, repeat.
Seriously. I'm perpetually surprised that I do this.
Believe it or not, I'm a quiet, keep-to-myself, almost anti-social girl. (Almost? Who am I kidding?) I'm happiest at home with my family or curled up on the couch with a blanket and my knitting. And yet I come here every week and reveal myself to you. And sometimes I feel a little vulnerable.
This week has been hard. My rhythm is out the window, the laundry is piling up, and some things that I thought were coming together seem to be falling apart. While I have the perception to understand that everything is happening perfectly, it still sucks to have it not go along with the script in your mind. A hot bath and a good sleep are a great remedy and I've also just discovered that these cookies and this tea are bomber stress medicine. (The cookies I subbed lime for lemon and honey for agave if you care to know.)
And so every day (or every few days) I come here and I share some thoughts, sometimes light and easy and sometimes walking the line of being controversial and you respond. You share. You comment. You pass it along. You make me feel like these words matter and what I come here to share matters. On the easy days and the hard ones.
I'm not sure exactly what the point of all this is, but to reveal yet a bit more about myself. Oh, the irony.
When I wrote the post about the little girl a couple of days ago I worried that I'd offend someone and perhaps I did. I'm sure I did. But those of you who commented were kind and loving. Most of you got what I was trying to say. And if you challenged me at all you were respectful and gentle yourselves. Thanks for that. I can't imagine doing this if it frequently went any other way.
In this amazing technological way we're become community, you and I. We've gotten to know each other. And I treasure that. Truly. It's a big part of why I come here. Maybe the same is true for you.
In the spirit of community (and for a little sweetness) I wanted to share this. Remember this post about mothers helping a family in need by sharing their breastmilk? Below is a musical thank you from the family that was (and continues to be) supported by those mamas. I thought you would enjoy. In fact, I knew you would. Becasuse I'm getting to know you pretty well. 🙂
Thanks for coming along on this ride with me. Thanks for getting me. And for being so darn nice to share this journey with.