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"Each of us must come to care about everyone else's children. We must recognize that the well being of our own children is intimately linked to the well being of all other people's children. After all, when one of our children needs life-saving surgery, someone else's child will perform it. When one of our children is harmed by violence, someone else's child will commit it. The good life for our own children can be secured only if it is also secured for all other people's children. But to work for the well being of all children is not just a practical matter-- it is also right!" - Lilian G. Katz, Phd.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Voyeurism

I am sitting here reading my friends' blogs as they participate in Blogathon 2007.

Reading these, and the other multitudes of blogs I read regularly, has opened my mind to what kind of people my friends and acquaintances are. Blogs are interesting things. They make me think, have made me cry, make me laugh, and let me out of the house into this big crazy world when I can't make it otherwise.

It is voyeuristic, but not necessarily in a bad way. Phoenix had a post that made me think about this. While I may not respond, I always read. I always think. I seldom comment. And I come away a richer person for it, with a much wider perspective.

I come away with an admiration of the courage those who share display.

This brings me around to my blog. I have had a lot of trouble writing the last couple of months, but it is coming back. I missed that ability to string together coherent sentences. I want to share myself, and use writing as a medium to do so.

But I am scared. Not of what people think of me. I won't lie and say that it doesn't matter, but as I get older, I have learned what really affects me and what doesn't. I am scared of opening up. I am scared of letting something loose that I may not want loose. I am afraid of facing what my life is and isn't, and of admitting to the hells I have come through.

I am afraid of letting emotion come out that may not go back in. Of loosing that wall that allows me to function instead of just screaming mindlessly at the world.

So what does one do about fear. I think I just did it. This may truly be a beginning for me, or it may just be a blip, and we will go back to the normal drivel posted here.

Time will tell.