Blogging, online journaling, writing and putting it out for anyone to see… whatever you want to call it, it’s a strange thing. It seems as though the longer you do this and the more comfortable you become, the more cautious you become, as well. Maybe not so much because of the Big Scary Anonymous Blog-Reading Stalker (though I understand that is a valid fear) but more so because you start to wonder what’s good and appropriate content for your blog.
Whether you try to or not, a blog sort of takes on it’s own personality. Some become largely political, some are strictly and purposely nonsensical while others (like, oh, say maybe THIS blog) just seem to throw everything together and sometimes wrap everything up neatly in the end with a cute little bow.
I’m not going to lie, I like the bow. I like the way a good conclusion sounds and the way I can share how I took a less than ideal situation and found that it really turned out better than I could have ever anticipated. I like saying “look at all these beautiful things, oh how I love them! Aren’t they great? Isn’t everything just remarkably wonderful?” Because most of the time, life is just that.
But sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes things happen and you find yourself wondering not only if you should share them on your blog and more importantly, how you should do it. Sure, the content of this site isn’t always hearts and flowers bursting from sunshine and rainbows, but it’s not often far from it. Or at least my mind isn’t, anyway. So then life hands you some bad news, you deal with it and feel like you’re working with it well but you say to yourself “I won’t write about this. Not only might it be too private, but I don’t know how to do it anyway.” And it’s true, you probably don’t know how to write about it. But you sit down, ready to write about anything and guess what? Nothing else comes to mind. So now, you have two choices: writing about the bad or a blank screen. I’m never one to keep my mouth shut for long, so of course a blank screen isn’t going to last.
Three days ago, an uncle of mine passed away. It was not a unique situation, as he was sick and had been for a very long time. His death was not a shock and yet, it is still very difficult. I find myself in the place of wanting to support other family members who were close to him while trying to make some peace with it in my own heart. It’s a difficult situation and yet, very simple. It is a reminder to me, though I like to believe I don’t need it, to value my family. To be very thankful for them, as they’re the only one I’m going to get. I’m very proud of the way we support one another, regardless of feelings about the situation.
It’s a reminder that time will heal and it will also reveal. While there are so many questions, there are also some answers. It’s comforting to know that we can be relieved from our suffering, when it is our time. It’s a reminder that we are given so many choices each and every day and that we can’t let those pass us by. That, though it may not seem like it, does make a pretty decent bow on the top of the otherwise not-so-neat package.
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