I've felt very unmotivated to blog or write lately. The last few weeks I've been feeling very tired and kind of sick. I've had moments of inspiration and motivation (like when Gary took me out to get the flowers for the yard and turned the soil so I could plant them). That motivated me to get them planted.
But, I don't like to write when I don't have a happy attitude. I don't like to dwell on negative feelings or things that bring me or others sadness. But, I've also been reflecting on that tendency.
I went to hear my sister-in-law, Lynn, give a presentation at Women's conference. She spoke on the importance of reaching out to each other as women and about what a difference we can make by the small things we do. She did a wonderful job, and it was hard to contain the tears as she spoke of people who had reached out to her and her family.
One point she made has really stayed with me. She said to ask ourselves if we are able "to be real." She said that if we are able to "be real," and share with others our struggles, then they will know they are not alone when they deal with the same things.
I can easily share my faults and laugh at myself and the silly or dumb things I do. But I am also very proud, and it is very hard for me to express things that really hurt or give me sadness. I have friends that can be open about very painful things, and I marvel at and appreciate that ability. But really allowing yourself to feel pain, let alone share it, is very hard. It makes me cry, and I don't like to cry.
But lately, when I haven't been feeling that well, everything makes me cry. I think I just feel vulnerable or something. Thinking make me cry. Seeing loss makes me cry. Witnessing kindness makes me cry. Feeling kindness makes me cry. (Gary has been looking at me sideways with concern as I have been crying as I write this) Which just makes me cry more because I can't explain why I'm crying. So, please, while I am in this crying state, do not be kind to me. It would just make me cry, and I hate to cry.
Ok, enough of this. I'm really uncomfortable being real.