I always enjoy writing my thankful Thursday posts. It's an opportunity to take stock of my life, recognise the plethora of good that surrounds me. But tonight words are so hard to find. I've just been completely backhanded by someone who I considered one of my closest friends, all because of this blog. I've been picked apart like frog in a high school biology class. And it is not a nice feeling.
When I started HTandT it was a place to get creative, to exercise my mind while I'm on maternity leave, keep it fit, if you will. Then I received the following advice from fellow bloggers...
Be yourself... write for you
So I did. I used HTandT as a platform to put my thoughts and feelings into words. This is MY space, and the words here are nothing but my own personal ramblings. Surely there's no harm in that? I once wrote a guest post on Magneto Bold Too about the desire to be anonymous, and right now I wish that I was. In the beginning, I considered the possibility of my words being used against me. The possibility that people could read between the lines and misconstrue my posts. I'll be careful. I thought to myself, and I set some guidelines. I won't write about people without forewarning them. I won't write about sensitive topics.
And now I sit here. Unable to eat my comfort food. Not feeling like talking or writing, yet determined to have something to present for Thankful Thursday, even if I'm not feeling very thankful right now. This place has become an addiction and the thought of not posting something on a Thursday makes me twitch.
I'm thankful that Puberty Blues is on tonight so I can turn my mind off for a while. What are you thankful for?