This is a couple of days late, but that was my fault. I checked my email one last time Friday evening, but because I'm such an old lady I was in bed before C-Marie sent her post for the the blog swap. Then, of course, I didn't check my mail all weekend. So now for your enjoyment is C-Marie's guest post . . . .
It's definitely an ice breaker and a good opportunity to explore other blogs that may not be on the blogroll. This doesn't discount in any way at all, that they are less readable. Some blogs have less in common with what I write about but sadly, a great number of them are very similar to mine.
I chose my blog for venting - there wasn't a good enough way to do that in my real world and writing about it was even a better choice. Writing about it was one thing and then letting it all go public, was another. It was a scary but daring moment for me. It's been over 3 years now and even though my posting is somewhat different and infrequent, I can't seem to end it altogether.
I tried to end my blog once but I kept finding myself back at it wanting to write. Wanting to share. Wanting to vent. It was a great thing to have so much in common with people I didn't even know and perhaps would never know outside this realm, but yet, I felt like I had known them all along. There were so many others with the same struggles and frustrations I was experiencing. I felt at home here.
As the last couple of years played out I felt that I had grown a bit through the blog. Perhaps growing out of those things I wrote so many times about. I was tired of trying to change something that wasn't going to change. It wasn't in my power to do so. I became more complacent, more accepting and less agonized over my personal plight. Don't get me wrong, that didn't always mean that I understood or wasn't angered by it. I just got tired of re-writing it day after day - week after week. Shouldn't there be more to my life? Shouldn't there be more to share? I still contemplate on how much of it should be shared but there is more. I struggle to find the when to do just that.
I changed the title of my blog to what it stands for now. My Writings on the Bathroom Wall are simply a tribute to a thought process of how I see things recounted on my figurative walls of life. Much like graffiti. My graffiti. I may not always have anything insightful to share or come off as someone over intelligent with witty and interesting things to post about but I simply enjoy posting, in a half hazard kind of way. In fact, I've learned over the last couple of years, that I really do not enjoy talking or boasting about myself much at all. I like to listen.
The reading is the listening.
I've stopped by here from time to time and I enjoy what is written on the Phyllis Renee blog. It's positive and enlightening - and these are the places I like to go when all the other usual writings have burdened me or have layered themselves within my own difficulties.
