Sometimes when I write I feel no one is there and this is good. It feels un self-conscious
But sometimes when I write I wonder how you will feel.
I think about you and how you will interpret what I say.
Sometimes   I know you will find me obnoxious, other days I will touch you, speak for you, inspire you, offend you or  piss you off. Sometimes maybe I embarrass my family a little.
Sometimes I wonder will I ever regret so much sharing?
But most days I do it because it feels so good- like a gift to myself.
And then, every now and then, I get a note like this
I have been following your blog for about a year now, and cannot tell you how much it has meant to me as I have navigated through an unexpected separation.  It’s funny, I’m sure people tell you all the time, but I feel like I know you, and so much of what you have written has come into my inbox exactly when it was needed!  I’m sure you have no idea how many lives you have impacted in sharing your story… but surely count mine as one of them!
In a time where I have felt very alone, reading about the experiences of someone who has gone through this journey and come out better on the other side has been a great source of inspiration.  There are days when it has been very tough to imagine anything positive that could come out of this scenario, and the simple act of reading about someone who seems to have been able to rebuild in such a strong way, and who hasn’t lost her sense of humour along the way, has been a great motivator.  Never question whether your words are “landing”… I suspect they are landing in a much more far reaching manner than you know. “
Thank you CB. It means so much to know this.

Feedback in work and in life, no matter how confident you are, is critical. I have a note that I keep in my desk drawer from the mom of an artist. When I open the drawer for any old thing I see it and it makes me think about the unexpected and about the little big work we all can do.


you kept me up all night

Of all the nicest things you have said to me “you kept me up all night” is one of them. Someone connected you to my blogs and you got hooked and read  the archives into the night. This makes me soar.

Another favourite is “keep going”  and I always like “Thank you”. I love when you disagree because that is hard and I feel a bit foolish but it makes me think. I like when you let me tell your stories and trust me with them.

When you said ” You gave me the courage to do what I needed to do” I burst into tears.

When you said “you are whiny and self centred” I laughed and then swallowed hard and wondered if maybe I was.

When you say ” it makes me smile, laugh, appreciate, move, stay, do, be better”; it means so much. You tell me your dad reads it, your teenage daughter, your great aunt, the postman and your personal trainer.  I love this. It was never meant just for the split.

Of all the weird things you have said to me- this was the weirdest-  “Por favour, limpia tu cuarto antes de hacer porn” roughly translated  from Spanish means”Please clean your bedroom before you make porn” ( pretty sure this was spam as my pics have all been clean ones).

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