Today, lovelies, I’m not here.
I mean, I *am* here, but not…because I’ve written a piece which introduces me to the wonderful crowd who are starting to show interest in The SisterWives project. The reason for the project’s existence is thoroughly good and I’m thrilled to be part of its inception and forward movement, but that means it’s my turn to introduce myself. Kinda, because I wrote a summary in my profile there, and gradually want to begin sharing the good, the bad, the ugly, and all the in-betweens of my life, in the hopes that someone, somewhere will find solidarity or hope in my determination to live life in silver linings.
It’s a good ethos. Does it make it easier? No. It’s a vulnerable thing to write like this – to be open and honest and raw about the things which have been going on for me; which have impacted me through my life; which are impacting me now.
And this is a new crowd, too – you guys know me (except you new people, in which case I’ll clue you in – I’m a writer who’s very much of the “Here’s a piece of my soul – please like me!” variety) and I know you’re lovely to me. You respond in ways which support and encourage me, and I’m ever so grateful for that. But this new crowd…I have no idea how I’ll be received. No. Idea. Which is kind of stressful, but the kind where you feel like you’re about to go on an adventure and need to pack protective gear ‘just in case’.
But if it helps one person…it’s worth it.