Happy last few hours of Blog Day!

It’s been an interesting year in my little corner of the blogosphere. After about a year and half gathering dust, I started writing again last winter. I moved to Wordpress in March. I ditched the stapler and changed my name. I put my first name on my posts, revealed my city of residence and posted a picture of myself for the first time. I made friends and met some of them.

And I started opening up.

If you want to bleed out your eyes and read my backposts, you’ll notice that I rarely wrote back then about what hurt, about what was going on inside my head or in my shriveled, evil little heart. I didn’t write about relationships. I didn’t write much.

Now I do, and the words make me braver. Coming out of the mess leading to the E breakup, I learned that writing a post about what was happening forced me to put things in perspective and keep from blowing things out of proportion in order to tell a story in a way that will make sense to you. And if I can make my life make sense to you, I can make more sense of it to myself.

That sounds very cheesy.

Two bloggers I know disappeared in the last few months because the men they were in relationships with found their blogs and confessions. The girls deleted everything. One of them resurfaced on Blogger a little while ago. I’m nervous sometimes about the fact that I do write about my relationships, and that my writing portrays me as I am: over-emotional, snarky, and sometimes just bitchy. It’s what I think, though. It’s what I feel. It’s personal. Sometimes people tell me that they think I’m brave for sharing so much of what’s inside me with the world, and that does give me a warm fuzzy because in all honesty, it’s so hard to do sometimes. And I take a chance putting it out there, I know that… but I’ve decided that at least for awhile, it’s a chance worth taking because this is what I need to make my life make sense in my head. Not a day goes by that I don’t have some sort of tiny, niggling thought that someone who I don’t want to find this blog will find it. If Copper reads my last post – hell, if my MOTHER reads that last post, shit will go down. If Tim reads this? Yeeks. I will run away with my laptop and they’ll never find me.

But I’m taking a chance. And today I’d like to applaud a few more people who take chances.

Sean is back! “More Blitherings” is Sean’s follow-up blog to “I am an idiot. These are my blitherings.” which went away last winter. He’s just starting up again and only has a few posts, but guys – watch that space. He’s honest and thoughtful when not being a total goofball – and he’s in the Army, which, as you may know, accords him a certain amount of yumminess in my eyes.

Sandy writes “Only Slightly Neurotic” and I need to have a cupcake with her sometime. I like reading her blog because it’s about as random as mine – love and thoughts and openness in one post, and the next one is about haircuts and what shirt to wear. Loves.

Robin’s “A Little Bird Told Me” is a blog that makes me stop and think sometimes. She posts pictures and poetry and the things that inspire her to, in her own words, fill the well. And she wants to know what makes you fill yours. I usually have to pause and ponder before commenting, and I like that.

When E of “Like Spinning Plates” first commented on my blog, I freaked for about 2 seconds when I thought she was actually E, as in the E ex-boyfriend that I wrote about. After that minor heart attack, I started checking out her blog. She has recently returned to the world of employment! Heh. Welcome back to hell. I’m very much looking forward to reading how that goes.

I just started reading “The Rest is Still Unwritten” after stumbling on this fellow as he mentioned an old post of his on 20sb. I almost cried when I read it. Read it. And cry. Then read the rest and laugh.