Wow. I have already been so tickled, blessed, and humbled by your responses to my last post, asking y'all to come out of the woodwork. (If you haven't fessed up yet, do so, please!)
The "humbled" part comes from the comments about the honesty in my writing.
And honestly, I feel kind of badly, because I feel like I'm not always honest. I'm always truthful, but I'm certainly not always as transparent as I might like to be. This was very clear to me when my dear Kendra pointed out that I was much nicer than she would have been in my open letter to our burglars. See, what I published was cordial enough, but it's certainly not a complete representation of how I truly feel about the people who invaded our home. Believe me, the draft in my head that did not get published had plenty of #@!!*! in it. ;)
I don't use this blog as the receptacle for my deepest, darkest emotions and feelings. Maybe on occasion, but at least not on a regular basis. It just kind of goes against what I feel the purpose of our (my?) blog is and has always been. However, I also don't use any other place as the receptacle for my deepest, darkest emotions and feelings, either. Which means I have a lot of emotions and feelings that aren't getting put anywhere.
Which leads me to think that just maybe, given that you guys seem to like reading my "honest" posts, I can start just writing, and can let up on the "filtering" a bit. I'll admit, there have been a lot of posts that I haven't even written, let alone published, because they seemed too self-indulgent.
Could I be talking in circles ANY MORE than I am right now?!?!
I just realized that this post is already too long to continue, at least with the story I was going to use to illustrate my point about letting myself be even more honest. So, stay tuned Monday for my thoughts on gender roles, corn hole, and mommy identity. Yep, all in one post. I'm just that good. ;)