So much about the "blogging" world that is way over my head. I'm sure I would understand it better and manipulate it better if I had the time to devote to it. I don't. So it's a simple form of writing, venting, laughing, communicating; at least for me. Nothing more. Not a money maker. Not a way to cross from the blogosphere to the real journalistic world (at least YET-since aforementioned no time). Yet here I am once again, was asleep, then awake and mind is racing.....and I come here. Not always. But sometimes.
Some use it as a way to tout their politics. Some as a way to out themselves. Some as a way to heal (hmmm). Poking fun at people. Spreading news and sometimes lies about the rich and famous. The list goes on and on.
Me? Just the silly up and downs the angry lashing outs that I can't even fully say most of the time, the wonderful reportings of the kids, the basic life of a mom learning still, every day, how to balance it all. One thing I'm learning about myself that I've probably known all along (ok, well I have) is that my emotions rule me to the nth degree, no doubt, they are the rise and fall of me; the best and worst. Some people are inept at showing their emotions, or guiding through them, they have a low E.Q. some would say. I can show them, do show them, can't help showing them, guide through them flawlessly although others might think carelessly, and I realize, at the end of the day, they are my crosses to bear. All of them. If I am unhappy with something, me saying I'm unhappy about it won't change the thing. The thing will still be there. Glaring at me. Or smiling at me. Whichever it is. Sometimes the thing doesn't care how I feel. Because lots of times the thing is not living so it can't care. Tears? Rarely now. Why expend the energy. Hey, I'm getting pretty good at holding THAT emotion back now and again, trust me. Where did all this come from? Oh, I don't know. Bloggy emotions at 12:30 a.m. are so easy to come by. Only one up at this time in this house. So you get it all.
Ramblings. Of a crazy woman. Gotta love it. Or not.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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