Morning friends.
It’s Tuesday. Quite possibly the hardest day of the week for me.
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you that I am super excited for the possibility of a blogger meet up in December! If you live in the LA area, email me so that I can put you on the list!
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you that we need to get serious for a minute.
Can we get serious for a minute?
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you that I need the little things this week. I need the Hunger Games trailer. I need a girls’ night on Thursday. I need to look forward to meeting some new bloggers next month. I need to find joy in the little things.
Because sometimes, it’s the little things that keep me afloat.
I’m beyond blessed. I know this more than anybody. I have a wonderful husband and nice home and an adorable dog. I have the love of my family and a good job. I have more friends than I deserve.
But sometimes, these things aren’t enough. Sometimes, I get sad. And this week, this past week and today, I got sad. I am sad.
So, I’m sorry. I don’t know if I need to apologize to all of you for that, but I’m going to. It’s a little thing that I can do. And I need all the little things I can get.
This isn’t a woe is me post. I promise. This is me being real, and letting you all into a very private part of my life. I know not all bloggers do this, but I do. It’s important that I be real. So be nice. Please.
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you how much I appreciate my blog friends. You all are some of the sweetest, most interesting people I’ve met. Blogging is a form of therapy for me, proven by the fact that since I started blogging a little over a year ago, the sad days have been {relatively} few and far between. I know that I don’t respond to every comment, but I try. I desperately try.
But here’s another little secret of mine…
I’m socially anxious.
Since being in college, I’ve really come out of my shell. A lot.
But there’s still that little voice in the back of my head, telling me I’m not cool enough; I’m not smart enough; And that I’m too weird and awkward to really fit in.
I like to think I do fit in. But maybe I don’t.
And sometimes, the words get all mixed up in my head. I don’t know if what I’m writing is the right thing to say. So sometimes, when I see an especially sweet or insightful comment, I get too anxious and nervous to respond. I don’t want to ruin anything.
So for that, I’m sorry too.
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you how much I appreciate you. Because if you’re taking the time to read this, you’re doing something little that’s making my day a little bit better. So for that, thank you.
Another something little:
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Happy Tuesday.