It’s no secret.
I don’t care for dreary, cold, rainy days. Last Sunday night started off with rain that turned to snow and
then on Monday turned back to rain again. It was cold. It was the kind of cold
that goes right through a person no matter many layers they are wearing. To top it off, it just happened to be
Monday as well, not one of my favorite days. My list of “should do’s” were
turning into “must do’s” and I started to get the feeling one has when they
would just like to add one more hour to the 24 all the time knowing that it
still wouldn’t be enough. Ever had
a day like that? I know you
have. And add to the never-ending
list---- two blogs that take up more time than most people would
realize and you have my day in nutshell.
Actually lately I have tossed around the notion of removing
some of the demands upon myself. I
have even thought about ending the blogs.
Maybe it’s that infernal rain and darkness that is steadily drenching
me. Maybe it’s Monday, but on this
particular day I’ve thought about it more than usual.
And then I arrive home. I am tired, bedraggled and need I
say, soaking wet? I open my
mailbox and sitting there, under a magazine and between some junk mail is a
package. The package is from someone in Canada who has always read and commented on my blog.
Now in my three years of blogging I have made many friends
from all over the world. Some have
stuck with me right from the start, even when I didn't have the time to comment on their blogs as much as I'd like. I opened the package and found a small painting and a hand
knitted dishcloth along with a sweet note about how one of my posts helped her
and her mother to do something a bit easier than anticipated. I smiled. For the first time that day I sat back and smiled.
And I knew that all the hours that I have put into those
blogs were not in vain. I made
many friends and although I may never meet them face to face, I am a happier
and better person for having known them.
Just when I needed a shot in arm and a kick in the pants so
to speak I realized that blogging has broadened my life in immeasurable ways
and I guess if I am to cut back on some things it won’t be my blogs. Maybe I’ll cut out a yoga class.
Thank you
Stacey and Stacey’s mom for the gifts and most of all-- for the
smile.
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