I've been struggling for the last hour with the urge to delete my earlier post.
I am a optimistic person who tries to stay positive. It's very hard for me to "talk" about the dark side. But it's there, even if I hide it most of the time.
A few of the closest people in my life recently have questioned my motive and the purpose of blogging. The most influential person in my life said that she doesn't get it, that it does not seem like a good idea, and she doesn't know why I put myself "out there" for others to comment on.
That has definitely slowed the internet introspection at Omaha Mama.
Because I couldn't really answer to it.
I've journaled since third grade.
And probably secretly wished someone could or would read my angst and talk with me about it. I'm not a very private person, but I tend to keep things close to my heart that are troubling me personally. This blog tends to let me vent, brag, write, read. All things that are good and healthy for me.
I like to blog.
I like the hobby.
I love the writing.
And the reading.
I just wish a little that I had kept it a secret from a close few.
From the ones who don't get it.
For those who do, I'm glad you are here.
I'll try to keep posts like my earlier one to a minimum.
I'm rambling and I realize this.
My head and heart are just so full.