Well, it’s official: I am into my fourth week of blogging and am now suffering from a blogger’s “post partum depression.” I have given birth to this child; now what do I do with him?
It’s curious how my insecurities cause to me ask myself the same question over and over. You’d think that by now I would have the whole thing all figured out. But that’s NOT the case. And maybe that is a GOOD thing, because if we analyzed our lives more, and tried to do what was right, perhaps we would do more good in the world, or at least we might have a better idea of where this crazy journey was taking us.
In looking back, I see that pretty pictures and humorous postings get a lot of attention; but when I peel back the layers to reveal life’s pain, the silence is almost deafening. Why is this? Am I merely whining and complaining about pain – everyone has pain. Are we trained to look away from it, as a way of coping and surviving, as if to bury one’s head in the sand is the way to deal with life?
To me, a good blogger will try to accomplish something. I want to help people. That is my goal. And the only way to do that is to talk about the good right alongside the bad. Honesty is the key.
If I am to accomplish anything in this blog, it will become therapy – both for me and hopefully my readers. Therapy means healing – not by sitting at home and avoiding problems and making up jokes, but by getting out there and doing and feeling and working through troubles and passing on what I learn. (Like it’s okay to break a few rules of grammar to make your point.)
We live in a glossy, airbrushed world, where everyone’s blemishes are painstakingly hidden. We long to connect with one another as human beings and share our experiences. We flock to social media and collect friends like they were merit badges, yet how many do we really know – deeply? How many lives have we touched? How many people have we helped? How much longer can we float at the surface, when life calls us to dive deeply into it?
Is anyone laughing yet? Perhaps not today; but I assure you: there will be laughs. There will be plenty of time for fluffy bunnies and puppy dogs. And the good news is that we will enjoy them more than ever, because life is not meant to be lived on an even keel. And only when we know the deepest depths of pain will we know the glorious joys of ecstasy – and those days will be many!
Stay strong my friends. The bunnies are on their way.