Sunday, August 4, 2013


Soooo. I stepped in it last month.

My words, which resonated strongly with some fellow mamas, also unintentionally hurt some people. I have never intended to hurt anyone with my words, so I retreated. Tucked in, if you will.

My blog is my little corner of the world where I have a say. My thoughts. My view. my journey. Sometimes my words resound with other people, because many of us have a similar journey. Occasionally, my words are full of silly absurdity because it is my truth. Sometimes, my writing is a love letter. Often, it is healing a hurt or mending a wound. But it is never meant to hurt anyone, and my words are never meant as arrows aimed at anyone, much less my tribe.

So, I retreated to my cave, licked my wounds, apologized for the hurts, and took a break from writing. Which is like saying I took a break from breathing or bathing, because it is RIGHT. UP. THERE. for my sanity.

I am coming back to writing. Slowly. Baby steps. Hopefully better. And hopefully, my tribe and lovees know that my words are never written as poison. Except for against he-who-must-not-be-named. He gets the arrows occasionally with my words. And if any one has Poison Dart Frogs as pets, well... Yeah. Message me.

No, but seriously, I am writing again. Thank you for your IM's and emails and DM's and Pinterest messages and texts. I know you guys contact me in EVERY way but as comments on my blog, but I got them all. And I felt the love.

XOXOXO, peace and kind words and no poison arrows.

1 comment:

  1. I want to say I'm glad you took time off to think about things and that is why your blog went dark, but that wouldn't exactly be the right thing to say nor would it really be what I meant.
    What I would mean is: I'm thankful to know that I wasn't kicked off your blog for being a jerk (because, really, I was all, "What could I have done THIS time? Dude, I've tried really hard not to be an out-and-out ass for about five years, now, and I thought I was doing a good job but now I am told that I am not invited to this blog so what did I DO?" But THEN I was like, "Hmmm. I'll bet this has nothing to do with me because I just realize I am STILL not the center of the universe. I wonder if she's been getting death threats? OMG, that is awful? From a blog? Is it her love of Nutella? Yeah, it's probably that. Or maybe it's because she is sometimes really vague and that is frustrating to readers who just want to share. But not so frustrating it warrants a death threat. That's weird." And THEN I just sort of forgot that this wasn't an open playground anymore until your most recent post showed up on Facebook and I was all, "Yay! She's Back. Crap! Not for a good reason, really. Actually, that's a horribly sad post. How can I celebrate her return with that? Dammit."
    I'm just beginning to realize I have way too many internal monologues based around your blog so perhaps you should feel special.
    I'm waiting for the day when I say something to piss off tons of people and they come after me with tar and feathers. Sometimes, it is hard to be the center of the universe. :/
    I'm glad to see you back, though.


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