We’re just over a week into March and I’m in disbelief over what 2013 already has scheduled for me. I was certain 2012 was my peak and 2013 would be my denouement into comfortable oblivion after seven years on the Internet. I was okay with that. I’ve had a good life online and I’ve been blessed to meet some amazing people, see some amazing places and do some amazing things. (Which makes it sound like I was going to quit blogging altogether which I wasn’t. Where else would the Internet get its fix of one eyed cats hugging pickles?)
I’ve been watching shoes drop for other people for awhile now. Divorce, miscarriage, cancer, illness, violence, death. Oy. There are moments I want to wrap the entire world in a warm blanket and give it milk and cookies.
I hope to never become so jaded as a blogger that a free tube of lip balm or laundry detergent sample doesn’t excite me. I never want to forget the hundreds of times this community has picked me up when I was too tired to do it myself. Blogging has turned me into a hugger. So many of you thank me for helping you, but it’s you who help me. It’s as though God knew I needed all of you in my life so He gave me a way to find you and your stories, your wise words, your kindness and your encouragement. I’ve been thinking a lot about this post by Andrea. I have felt the exact same way she and so many of her commenters feel. In fact I felt that way last week. ME. The one who’s worried about her life being too wonderful. It feels nice to be noticed and feels terrible to feel left out no matter what it is and there’s no shame in admitting that. I had to learn the hard way that hurting others to justify my anger, jealousy and pain is a quick and sure way to lose friends and become a miserable person. (Someone’s been reading a lot of Brene Brown lately, can you tell?)
I don’t know why things work out the way they do, but I know everything happens for a reason and that if you work really hard and are kind, amazing things will happen.
by Robin. The Conan swirl was her idea. She’s amazing.