My blog. I’ll be blunt.
I shared in the last posts the most magnificent, meaningful and uplifting news that has come this way in years: securing employment and a means to support myself, at long last after three years. That it also spares me from the streets is profoundly life-altering. Only my departure from Tacoma/Washington on July 4, 2011, makes equal or greater headline news.
Sharing this event publicly brings a bright bright song to my heart and exuberant bounce in my step.
Therefore it is really really sad and lonely that sharing such joyful news has been met with:
The occasion reminds that with one or two exceptions that readers are not friends or family but readers. I know it intellectually; emotionally, I value the space we share here and the presence of each; the peeps are hardly the nameless faceless models of anonymity.
You are readers and peeps, some of you with longevity, and I would wish for your sharing in this grandest development that life could bring at this time as I would share in one as meaningful to you.
The silence is a killjoy. It depresses. It saddens. It takes the wind out of happy celebratory sails. It brings me to ask rhetorically why blog?
Thank you for the blogging friend who responded and shared in the great news. Of others I might ask was this the best you can do?
It is written.
There is nobility in honesty. On my blog.