A quick thank you for the lovely comments and sweet notes in response to my post yesterday. After reading it my husband called me and said "That was pretty raw." (He was surprised as he's been challenging me to be more real here, but I don't think he thought I actually would.) I agreed that it was pretty raw, and for a moment I felt weird about it, but then I remembered my resolve, my promise to myself.
One of the things I'm trying to do is to not only show my best side here on the blog. It's easy to only show the happy, the joyful, the positive stuff. The happy kids, the golden moments, the domestic bliss. But I think that can be deceptive and discouraging. It can send out an incorrect message and make others think that it's possible for other people to have it good all the time. If all I share is the good stuff, then how will you ever know I have bad stuff too? And yet, on the flip side, if I share too much bad stuff then I become depressing and a drag and you guys don't read anymore.
So I'm looking for a balance.
I've had several private notes of thanks for what I said yesterday-- notes along the line of "I needed to know someone else feels like I do. It's good to know I'm not alone." Which is why I wrote what I wrote. As I wrote I knew that there was at least one other soul out there who just needed to know that someone else felt it, saw it, and was hurt by it. Turns out there was more than one. I heard from people who were grieved by the loss of Robin Williams, people who were struggling with a string of bad things happening, people who are troubled by the headlines, people who had to say goodbye to a child going to college, and people who are dealing with financial difficulties. There are a lot of people hurting out there, and that can be hard to admit, hard to say out loud. So I decided to go first.
To all of you, I offer the same grace and hope I'm seeking. May we seek it-- and find it-- together.