One of the great things about blogging is that I get to interact with so many awesome people. This site is my little corner of the internet where I get to be myself and share my weirdness with anyone that cares to stop by and join in. Pretty cool, right?
I share a lot of stuff here. Not because I have to, but because writing helps me work through stuff. Especially the tough things, like dealing with my Grandma’s illness, being a sexual assault survivor, or deciding that getting a divorce was the best decision for Jason and I.
I’m always amazed and very humbled by the support my readers show me. Sometimes you guys sends words of encouragement, sometimes you share your own difficult experiences, and sometimes you know just how to lighten the mood with a dorky knock-knock joke. It’s incredible, and makes me appreciate this site that much more, because it’s really helped me surround myself with a community of people that celebrate our differences while sharing our struggles and successes.
Some folks, though, make me sad. People who accuse me of sending them anthrax make me sad. Folks that tell me I’m a crappy mom make me sad. And people that leave hurtful comments like this make me sad.
I realize I will never please everyone. That’s not my goal. This blog is about me and my life with my son Levi. I share our experiences because writing about them helps me, and sometimes it helps other people, too.
Despite hurtful comments like Kristin’s, I’ll continue to keep sharing my life. Because that’s what I do. The ups, the downs, and all the stuff in between.
I appreciate all of you that stick around to share it with me.