I’ve missed this space in recent months. I miss how it fills me up and allow me to share my words/myself and meet so many amazing readers and writers.
Though it has never happened to me, some might judge in public. And if they did, I would simply delete their harsh words right off this page. It’s my space, after all. But trolls … they don’t seem to come here. I thank them for staying away.
No one tells me my words aren’t funny enough or commercial enough or interesting enough. (And, hooboy, I know I’ve written some posts that have been real doozies.) Though I’ve tried not to, I’ve probably said stupid or uninformed things throughout the years. But I own them. They are mine.
My revelation, today — and it answers a question others have asked me, a question I’ve asked myself, why do you bother? why do you blog? — is that there is no other writing space in the world where this is the case. Maybe a journal but, with a journal, there’s no opportunity for someone to whisper, or maybe shout, yes or me too or I understand or I don’t or have you seen it this way? and it opens my eyes to how you and I fit together in this world, whether we’re linking arms or laughing or nodding or wondering or pointing one another toward a new understanding.
This isn’t me signing off, it’s me signing in. Maybe it’s the glop of love hormones from baby boy, but it’s me saying thank you for reading my words and for letting me read yours. In this small corner of the universe, we have a space that is all ours.