My day was totally made today (and it was a really good day already!) by this post by Heather whom I met for the first time this week. It’s just interesting to hear how you come across to people. And since that is something I worry and stress over on a regular (sometimes hourly) basis, it’s nice to hear some positive things. So, thank you Heather! For the great day and your kind words!
This blogging world is pretty cool. The friendships that can be made and the support that can be found across the miles is amazing. I still think so fondly of the little care packages my formerly blog friend Nicole (and now friend in “real life” because she lives half an hour away) sent to me during my depression a couple years ago. And then there’s Chris and Toni who we have now visited with in Canada and in the UK. All the cool and beautiful blog-moms I’ve met since moving to Manitoba. Plus so many other people whose words (whether through comments here or their own posts) who have given me a little lift or a bit of perspective on any given day. It’s nice to know we’re not alone.
I guess that’s what I’ve always wanted to do on here: lay it all out there. Not be afraid of the crap in my own life or hide it or be ashamed of it, but learn from it and let people know that they aren’t alone in their crap either. (Which is also why I still love the banner picture at the top of the page with “this is life”.)
And I know I haven’t been very faithful with posting lately, but as I’m doing my counselling courses I’m realizing more and more the normalcy of crap — that when we’ve overcome one pile of it, there’s another waiting for us. In the past this has left me depressed and questioning the entire purpose of life. But slowly I’m realizing that it’s not about the crap. It’s about how we deal with it — whether we can love and be loved in the middle of it. Yes, I get scared sometimes when I think about what is left to deal with in my own life. And, yes, I get even more scared about the fact that I’ve brought three people into this world who will have to go through all this kind of stuff too.
But, we aren’t alone. And if we can just walk together with all of our stuff, we’ll see that there is so much good that comes simply from being neither afraid nor embarrassed of the crap.
And it’s not like we have to share our deepest darkest secrets online. (I know I don’t!) But I feel like I’ve been very privileged to meet people who care and who empathize and who are willing to share their life with me and be real.
Meeting Heather the other day only solidifies what I love about this blog world. Because I drove an hour each way to meet someone whom I’d never met, but who I know would be a wonderful and caring person. And we were friends already. Already. Even before we’d even been in the same room together.
Those good things can happen when people are willing to be real.