Sunday, June 20, 2010
smarter than a plant
Luckily for my self-esteem, I know my exact IQ, thanks to the gifted education system, and it is in fact much higher than my potted plants. Even the bamboo one.
Writing in a public space takes courage and a general disregard for judgment from strangers, or even friends. I share much less of my life and heart than many bloggers I read and admire. But I still let you see a lot. My fears, my happiness, my sadness. Writing that is muted or censored is just way less fun.
Then I let you comment on it because a public forum and sharing each other's lives is part of the fun of blogging. But there are some who take things literally instead of sarcastically, take offense easily, or lack understanding of the blogging world. And then they get mean.
Fortunately for me, I know who reads this. Who comments. Where they came from.
So to the person who thinks I lead a "sterile and uneventful" life and would be hurting the world by having children: I have no idea why you spend so much time daily reading about my world. By all means, please get back to living your exhilarating one and move along. I can't wait to instill my children with the values of open-mindedness, kindness and discretion. Clearly the world needs more people like this.
I will not apologize for being honest about my fears of the future. My fears are no commentary on other people's choices, but a genuine expression of my heart. I'm not sorry for frequently writing about myself on my own blog. I use this space to record the events of my life. Express my emotion. Praise people I love. Share my faith. Tell the funny moments of my routinely awkward life.
But I write this blog for me first. If you don't want to read about it, I respect that. Take the first exit and be gone. For those of you that take the time to share your life and read about mine, thank you. It would be a lonely place if we lived this life without others to share in our journey.