I’ve started several blog posts over the last week and have yet to finish any of them.
A little bit.
I have things to write about. After all, I’m living life and that alone gives all of us something to write about. My struggle seems to be fear. Fear that I’m going to cross a line if I share too many of my thoughts and feelings. Fear that my readers won’t want to read. Fear of negative comments.
This is my blog. I should be able to write whatever I feel and if someone doesn’t like it, they can move on, right?!
Some are very good about doing this. Others feel it is their destiny in life to criticize and condemn those who they don’t agree with. It’s the single biggest reason I dislike social media. It’s also one of the biggest reasons I removed myself from Facebook a few years ago (although after 1 1/2 years I returned). Still, it’s those very people who feel the need to share their negativity with the world that I fear.
Silly, I suppose. After all, I can easily delete comments, but I also think that everyone has a right to their opinion. I just wish that those who want to share their opinion when not asked, would simply go write their own blog instead of stopping by to share their thoughts on a blog that doesn’t belong to them. It’s what one invites into their life by blogging though.
So here I sit, with lots of thoughts on politics, equal rights, gardening, foster care, adoption, religion, woman’s rights, children, family, white privilege, travel, animals, pets, and much much more. Some topics seeming to be non-controversial, while others easily ruffle feathers.
Instead, today I’ll write about trying and trying over and over again to work up the nerve to state my opinion on various topics. Topics that I want my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren to know about me when I’m gone. My diary of sorts, put out on public display for others to read then decide to agree, disagree or not really care about.
And next time you tune in, you’ll either be reading about my children, adoption, my attempts at raising money for a foster care project (you can click here to see what I’m talking about), gardening or maybe, just maybe my thoughts on Trump or equal rights or racism.