I know I have neglected you for many reasons some of which I may get into in this blogpost. Today is my birthday. When I was much, much younger I hated that my birthday fell on this day. Right after Christmas, actually the 12th of day of Christmas. People tended to forget or would give me a combo Christmas/bday present. Whether we’re willing to admit it or not, it feels good when we’re remembered, when others think of us. Someone cares for me. Someone thinks I make a positive impact on their life. (Thank you Stephanie for letting me know that I do!) In the past, and still sometimes even today, good ole sensitive me has taken it personally when someone forgets. My gremlins and insecurities start showing up. And it’s probably just that people truly are busy or that remembering birthdays just wasn’t such a big deal to them growing up. (In fact, last October and November were so crazy busy for me that I didn’t send out birthday cards or even acknowledge certain people on Facebook on their special day. And I hated not doing it. The first of each year I write out everyone’s birthdays on my new calendar. It’s been a New Year’s ritual for me for quite some time. So I at least saw their names and sent them positive energy out into the world.)Darn, I didn’t want to go off on a diatribe about my birthday. The point is that now I kinda like having a first week of January birthday. While others are feeling the blues after the holidays, I have something to look forward to. At the beginning of the new year and end of the old year I am reflective. My birthday makes me really reflective. And you may know that I’m already a very reflective type so I’m REALLY reflective today. Not to mention that 2011 was an extremely difficult year for me. A big kick-in-the-ass kind of year. I had a few big highs but some even bigger lows. The last half of the year I found myself in survival mode. Even though I know that’s gonna happen at different times of my life, I. Just. Don’t. Like. It. Not one bit.
So that’s one reason for neglecting the blog—survival mode on top of the busy holidays. Most people love the holidays. For me they are a lot of work. I much prefer Easter. But that’s another story. So in my reflecting I’ve been thinking about this blog. And one big thing comes up, the thing we all wrestle with—FEAR! Fear of what others will think: Bloggers are just self-absorbed and selfish. Don’t they have better things to do with their time? (I used to think these things about bloggers until I started reading some really good blogs. And I’m so very grateful that they take the time to blog.) Why isn’t she doing her real work (i.e., stuff for the College)? And my own insecurities about myself: Why would anyone be interested in what I have to say?And there’s the biggie that I know many, many bloggers wrestle with: how much of myself do I put out there? What will people think? Will I piss someone off? Will I lose my day job if I say what I really think? Will I be rejected? What if no one (or very few) actually read what I have to say? What would that mean?
Meanwhile, I’m aware of how we put everyday people (doctors, firefighters, mental health professionals, clergy, college professors, etc., really anyone who is in a helping profession) up on pedestals. Not to mention what we do to our cultural and local celebrities. I’ve also noticed within the creative community that I follow on-line how certain bloggers can be put on pedestals, too. I know I do it. I’ve got a few girl crushes. Add the fact that I live in a small town, the “everybody knows your name” kinda town. (Yet, there’s A LOT of good things about living in one.) I really don’t want to do or say anything with this blog that would prevent me from helping others or hurt those I love. Damn!But then I feel I have SO. Much. I. Want. To. Say. I'm not totally for sure why. Perhaps it’s because I was so shy, quiet, introverted, and insecure for so many years. So many years of keeping my mouth shut while thoughts swirled around in my head. Perhaps it’s a curse (or blessing) of being a creative individual. I have so many interests. So much I want to put out there. So much I want to express.
Then there’s the inspiration piece. So many bloggers have inspired me. It feels good to inspire others, to be liked. Even if you’re not a blogger yourself, if you’re on Facebook and you get a lot of “likes” to something you post and it makes you feel good, you may have experienced what I mean. I know a behaviorist would just call this intermittent reinforcement. But whatever, I’m not a behaviorist. I’m not into rats. The principles of behaviorism can be helpful, but I am more of a humanist for sure!One more reason I wish to blog or Facebook or tweet. It’s about connections. Sometimes I miss the depth and richness of the connections I once had. Like when I was in college. And then there’s things like grad school, career, work, marriage, and kids (you know—responsibilities) and you start to lose a part of yourself. Plus I’ve moved far away from my college friends and don’t get to see them nearly enough.
One thing I’ve been doing over the last year is making lots of new connections on-line. And yet, I don’t care what anyone says about on-line anything, It. Just. Isn’t. The Same. as face-to-face, human interaction. Yes, I know on-line is cool and helpful—you can connect with ppl all over the world and I've learned so much from others. People may open up more on-line. Etc. But even if I can see your face on the web, I can’t truly feel the emotion. I can’t experience physical touch or perhaps, even the energy of our connection.
Half my life ago I turned 21. Remember when you couldn’t wait to turn 21? A bit serendipitous for me today.
Okay, this blogpost is wearing me out. I’m taking myself and life too seriously. Time to go take my beautiful, creative, imperfect self out to play a little on my birthday. :)
Hope you are making meaningful connections in your part of the world. And yes, playing together is a great way to do it. See, I had to add play in there! And hug those closest to you.
P.S. I'm trying to be brave with this post and not experience what Brene Brown calls a "vulnerability hangover."
P.S.S. How could I forget this big high from last year?