By Belinda

God knows when we come home battle weary, as I did tonight. Oh, I'm more than all right, don't worry, but it was a long day and a sore spot was touched, and I reacted in defensiveness, then self promotion, and then disappointment--at myself.

I was tired and not at all in the mood for writing anything.  And then I read this on one of my favourite blogs, As Good a Day as Any, a great post:Fighting Bullies ;Marilyn declaring that she will not be bullied by her blog!

And she included a link to a blog that is new to me: The Moonboat Cafe and a great post Obscurity Can Be An Asset

"My blog is not my life. Twitter is not my life. Facebook is only a photo album. These are products of my life, like all my writing. But they are not my life." - Cassandra Frear

I heartily commend both of these posts to you. They are far better than anything I can write tonight, and they will feed your soul with good food.

And yeay! It is Saturday! Happy weekend every one. :)

Comments

Marilyn Yocum said…
Thank you for the mention. It's an important topic for many these days, I think.

I like your inclusion and admission of self-promotion. I notice that sometimes when I feel cornered, I go there, when it's really out-of-character for me. It's a sign to me I am threatened or stressed. I often need signs because I have a tendency to minimize what's assaulting me.

You write a good post, even when you think you aren't writing one at all.
7:52 AM
Susan said…
I'm with Marilyn. If all you'd written was your first paragraph, it would have been enough to spark a lot of introspection and a dialogue between me and God. The links? I'll get to them too...
9:06 AM
Belinda said…
Thank you dear friends. You encourage me always.
12:02 PM
Dave Hingsburger said…
Belinda, thanks for demonstrating the courage to control rather than be controlled by the blog. I agree with the others, your non post was post enough.
6:59 PM
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