First off, I like to say that I am completely aware of the fact that I haven’t posted in almost 3 months. I thought of many excuses I could give that would explain my absence. Many involving the fact that my life has gone through a lot of changes over the last few months (which it has). However, then I thought about the purpose of these excuses and how it would truly benefit me or you guys in the long run.
I’m sure that I am not alone in the feeling that many of our truths seem to fall on deaf ears. When someone asks you how your day is going or how your are feeling, our go to is to just say “ok” or “I’m good”. No one wants to hear you say, “I’m feeling like I woke up with a terrible stomach flu, tumbled down a few flights of stairs and then got hit by a Mack truck.” But maybe we should start speaking out. I don’t mean in the sense that you tell the guy behind you in the Starbucks line that you were in the toilet all night. More like speaking out to your friends and coworkers when you are in pain or what that may feel like. We tiptoe around discussions of our illnesses like they are something we should be ashamed of.
There is no shame in being sick. We did not cause our illness, yet so many are afraid to open up about it.
So instead of giving you all some bull**** story about how I’ve had a lot going on and I’ve just been so busy, I figured I would just be honest with you all. The truth is, I have a chronic illness.. or two or three. I also have been going through some changes in my life. Quite frankly, my motivation to write just has not been there. However, I am back, and hopefully for good. I can not promise that I will be able to post every week, but I can promise to do my best. As honestly, that’s the best we can all really do.
I have so many different ideas and plans for this blog that I am super excited to be sharing with you all. And of course I would love to hear ideas and comments from you guys as well.
Before I sign off for the night, I thought I would leave you with a bit of a story. This is a story about bingo. Pocketbook bingo to be exact. So last Saturday, a good friend of mine had invited me out to a charity bingo event run by the American Lupus Foundation.
When my friend had first mentioned it to me, I figured there would only be about 60 – 100 people tops. Boy was I wrong. Three hundred seats were up for sale, and the entire event was sold out! The event was over 4 hours long just from the time we arrived to the time we left.
Now, I have never been to a bingo event, let alone a pocketbook bingo, to this magnitude. The look of desire on the ladies faces as the men were modeling each designer hand bag was something like a pack of wild coyotes. Each time a round reached its finale, the winners would scream out like they just won the jackpot lottery. (And maybe to them they had.)
By the time I got home, I was so exhausted and in so much pain from the sitting and the stamping and of course the over-stimulation from all the noise. The next day all I did was sleep. Ok, I was awake for a few hours, then went right back to sleep.
Needless to say, Bingo wore me out. And as I tried to explain to my mom the next day exactly why I felt so exhausted; her response to me was, “How did bingo wear you out?” My thoughts exactly mom…my thoughts exactly.