It’s Monday and this is usually the day of the week where I post an answer for the Redefining Disability Awareness Challenge, but I must admit that I am not feeling up to much today.
A lot can happen in one week’s time,
I have come down with another sore throat. I’d originally hoped I would get through with the colds I had over the winter, but here is my first one of spring. Hope this one is only a minor nuisance.
Instead of my usual Memoir Monday post, I will simply announce my place in this past Friday’s March 20th 1000 Voices Speak For Compassion edition:
I included a link to my post and below I include one to the spot where you can find all the Building From Bullying posts, if you want to read any others.
I hope this movement isn’t losing steam already, but even if it is I believe even a little bit of kindness and compassion can go along way.
It seems the next big thing in the blogging world is the A to Z Challenge in April.
I recently heard about this one and I thought about taking part, only for a second, before common sense returned: perhaps next year.
I already have enough on my plate, so much that I am letting this blogging thing take over my entire life practically.
Okay, that’s a tad over-dramatic perhaps, because I really do enjoy it.
I have a place where I can go to write about all the things that are important to me. I feel, even for a few moments, that I am doing something worthwhile, even if I can’t do all I would like.
I just need to keep things in perspective, if I can, and try to maintain a balance in my life.
This blogging universe, I am learning, is really quite a small one. It’s a bit, I’ve noticed, like school.
It’s like the playground, I suppose you could say. It would make a good metaphor, especially for the topic of bullying I’ve just mentioned.
It’s not a bad thing. There seems to be a lot of support, from what I’ve seen and experienced so far. I haven’t witnessed a lot of bullying or judgment, but then again I didn’t see that constantly when in school either, but it did exist.
I just see a lot of the same bloggers, on any particular blog I might click on. I end up feeling a bit like I always did in school, a part of it, yet not really. It was like I was on the outskirts, looking in. I just keep doing it for my own reasons, doing what feels right for me, and that’s all I can ask for.
I continue to write about what matters to me, what my heart tells me to write.
I should be back again for my usual Monday post next week, with hopefully a few more in between, if I don’t let all this technology trouble get me down in the meantime.
Great week to all of you.