I've decided to bust free this week. I've been writing 'quietly' since closing my old blog earlier this year. It's turned out more like I'm hiding 'out in the open'.
My reasoning was threefold:
1) I wanted to reinvent myself online
2) challenge my writing abilities
3) I'm still learning how to be okay with being me
I write about this openly because I refuse to suppress who I am because of fear. I refuse to hide my writing on the off-chance I may be misunderstood and make someone mad. If all writers wrote in the fear of offending someone, this world would be horribly absent of some of the greatest literature ever composed.
I stand in the truth that no one has the right to tell me how I feel. If you have issue with my sentiment? You should read elsewhere. I'm also not ashamed by anything I write. Which reminds me....excuse this short interruption.
Dear Bus Stop Mom,
I really like your PJ's but I'd prefer you'd keep them inside. Especially the ones with the giant hole in the butt. My scarred retinas thank you.
I don't dwell on adversity. I'd rather kick adversity in the shins, and point and laugh that dear misguided adversity has it's zipper down. I prefer making people laugh, thankyouverymuch.....or I could simply mull over the worst in life and end up curled up in the corner, going to my 'happy place' while drinking anti-freeze and listening to Sarah McLachlan.
If you think I am writing about you or to you?
I am not.
If you find yourself horribly offended by reading?
If you call me a liar and spam my blog?
I'll be the first to tell you not to go away mad, just go away.
Now with that out of the way, on to lovelier and sweeter things like lollies and sugarplum fairies.
Did you know Starbucks' Advent Calenders have a little chocolate piece for each day to count down the days to Christmas? This is typical for an Advent Calendar but did you also know the label on said calendar has a nutritional value that states, "Serving Size = 3 pieces". Now how does that work?
This week is going to be interesting. I have a lot going on including a Woman's Mentoring thingie.
Typically, I don't look forward to any women's functions. Anyone else like this? I wake the morning of and dread going anywhere. But when I muster the strength to get to the activity, I'm always glad I went. Am I the only weird one like this?
Now, these moms are not the stereotype perfect June Cleaver Moms. These are real women with cheerios stuck in the seats of the van, degrees in PlayDoh, and a totally clean house about once a week. I'm going to fit right in.
Honestly, I haven't seen a few of these women (friends) for well over a year now. I hope I don't do or say anything not-smart, but this is me we are talking about. I probably will and further will blog about it in grand fashion.
~Bee's five year old daughter says, "Bees sting people by wrecking them."