So there was this one time where I ran a successful blog and gained a lot of recognition and support and then it just ended. It is strange how life does that. No, I didn't quit. No, I didn't give up. I let it end because it needed to. I am happy with that.
Don't get me wrong, I loved sharing heartfelt stories about challenges and finding love and joy in life. I even met some great friends a long the way! I think I just realized that it wasn't for me right now. It may be something I pick up again. But for now, my family blog is where I want to be.
So here I am. Just me, myself and the good ole' Mac.
I'm excited to spend more time using my blog as a way of a journal of my life and document my family and what not. Sounds typical right?? Well, you would be correct!
Feel free to read or not read. Leave a comment if you love something or just graze here and there.
Either way, thank you, you are welcome and hopefully you find something you like here.
Now it is time for some reflection that may or may not pertain to you. Whatever. I still like you even if you don't continue reading.
Before I starting posting stories onto my Trying & Truthful blog (it's no longer available but I can post the stories with permission if interested) I was going through this time where I felt very alone. I feel like I have always felt alone. I can remember dwelling on my days with a 2 year old and an infant and doing the whole, "oh whoa is me, my life is so hard, blah blah blah," and I just knew in my mind that I was the only one who knows what busy with kids, school and a overly busy husband.
Now, before you go, oh rude, or I've felt that way and/or now I feel dumb, STOP! and continue reading please.
I then started reading these stories about these women who's lives were full of drugs, and mental illness, and jail time, and heart surgery. While these are huge events that literally alter a person, what I realized is that even though I haven't had these dramatic experiences (my life seemed quite boring actually) we all have our own (viewer digression is advised) shit/crap/junk/weight. I have my hard stuff, these women had theirs, and you, Yes you the reader, you have yours. In this very moment I realized that my whaling in self pity wasn't needed because I was wrong. I was far from alone. What makes us the same, makes a different. While I thought I was so alone, others were thinking the same things about their own personal crap. And it's far from the truth to feel like you are alone, although I believe everyone is entitled to how they way to feel, I'm just offering perspective is all.
Boy did my perspective change these past couple of months. Now I do still tend to whollow and get down about my human self and think if I were perfect I wouldn't have these issues. (bahahahahhaha) being perfect. "Good one Linds!" I know one day it may happen, but for now, I am perfectly imperfect and I view that as a perfection and so I'm really probably almost there right??
We are the same in that we all fall, succeed, have baggage, show love and hate, hug and fight. This is also what makes us different. Because its at different times, for different reasons and different lessons. Make sense?
I think the reason why I bring this up is that because, like I said, I have felt alone. No, I don't find this weird sense of joy that others lives are just as crappy as mine sometimes. I've tried that and it doesn't make me feel better. I find joy in the knowledge that I am now relatable to someone and others are relatable to me.
Knowing this, I try to show more love and compassion towards people. They need it just as much as I have craved it for most of my life.
Now, how was that for an, "I AM BACK SNITCHES!!!" post?
But seriously, please be kind to those you meet. Find your own way of showing love towards others. We are different, but we are the same. I think it's all simply beautiful. Please don't hesitate to add your perspective here also!
-LindseyLou
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