Today I resolve to carry on blogging about life but not certain bad stuff.
We had a lovely weekend – full of happy times and sunshine.
Then on Monday, life threw us a curveball and not a very nice one to say the least.
Shock, disappointment, tension, rows.
Normally I would blog it out. People would send virtual hugs.
This time I am going to try a different approach.
I can bleat on and it won’t change things.
I can wallow a bit or a lot as online friends tell me how awful it is.
I can hide in the sanctuary of my blog and on social networks.
That won’t make things change.
But the girl who was changed families before she was 12 months old.
The girl who was the first to go to Oxbridge from her school.
The girl who made her own career choices that may not have made any sense to others.
The girl who has an impressive Curriculum Vitae even though it feels like it belongs to somebody else.
She can take the blank sheet and write something spectacular.
Here’s to the future.
What do you think? Is it a good idea to write about the bad stuff in life? Do you do that when you are facing challenges perhaps not of your own making? Does it help? Is it therapeutic? Do you enjoy the virtual hugs and sympathy? Does it make people close to you realise you need some support?