Blogging is a funny thing. We bloggers are shapeshifters, storytellers, yarn spinners. It's a choice. To portray this side of us, but not that side. To write with vulnerability, to document a memory, to draw a line in the sand, to be funny, to be serious. I've never understood why you would show up at someone's blog, take your own time to read their words and then slam them. The writer has a choice to write. The reader has the choice to read. There's also this really cool feature on the internet where you can click off a page and on to another one if you don't like what you are reading or if you aren't being entertained. I'm not suggesting that we all have to share the same opinions or that a writer and a reader must have parallel points of view. However, I don't think kindness is ever lost on a person. Show me your different perspective, but how about do it with kindness & maturity?
I took that evening I'd received the comment, thought about what Anony had said and then wrote a response in the form of a blog post the following day. I basically said, I do this gig for me. I don't do it to have followers or to get famous, but to mark down memories for my little family.
Anony came back with a vengeance, scoffing that my response was so blogger typical. That I claim to do it for myself when really all I am concerned about is being liked and making friends.
Although this post might tend to make you think otherwise, I haven't given much thought to those words of Anonymous until recently. In the words of Duck Commander, looky here, looky here, I am making a retraction.
I, molly b, love making friends. I love friends that I have met at the bar and friends I have met at church. Friends from high school and friends from college. Friends I've met online and friends who live in my building. Friends who are mamas, friends who are single. Friends who travel to Dubai for work & friends who've never crossed the Mason Dixon.
Watching friendships grow into a loving, supporting community within this realm of blogging has been such a beautiful thing. It is not the reason I started blogging (I had no clue what I was getting myself into), nor is it the driving motivation to sit down behind the screen to write (I truly do that for myself, to give my words a place to land, to document my little family of two), but I will tell you this... It is one of the most rewarding parts of this journey.
I suppose Anonymous was right about me. I do love making friends and I can almost assure you that will never change.
This past week, I had the honor of spending time with four beautiful women. I dare say it was providential.
One loves hotdogs, has sharp wit and a killer closet of shoes. She's also one of the most talented and intelligent women I've ever met.
Another lives life so fully that all around her are inspired to do the same. Her joy and light are literally contagious.
Another is a wife and mama and hilarious writer. But there is so much more to her and I've only caught a glimpse. A friend of a couple hours that felt more like a friend of a lifetime.
Another is a kindred spirit yearning for an adventure to claim as her own. I'd say she is well on her way. She and her husband left behind all that is familiar and known and are currently en route to Israel to live among and serve the people of Jerusalem.
My life is richer for knowing these women. They are each unique and beautiful and real. If you cut them, they will bleed. As it were, each of these friendships were formed through blogging.