Yesterday was a big day here at Battling On.
I wasn’t surprised by the response to I am Six because I am fast realising what a bloody lovely group of people bloggers are, but as I sit here at 1.24am, unable to shift myself until I have dumped the contents of my jelly head here, I realise that I am overwhelmed by the numbers of people who are prepared to make that uncomfortable leap to comment on a really tough post.
I used to read posts and be unable to leave comments, either because I felt ill equipped to, or because I was a little bit intimidated by the author and didn’t want to look, or rather read, stupid. Recently I feel that I’ve turned a corner, grown in bloggy confidence and realised that just the act of leaving a comment is meaningful and if that comment makes someone smile, or gives them a little extra strength then it’s a really good thing. So now I comment, sometimes too much, occasionally in a really “Oh my god, get down off your soapbox woman” way, but I’m thinking (hoping) that that’s ok.
This is all getting a little rambly in my head so I’ll cut it short. What I REALLY wanted to say is, if you took the time to leave a comment yesterday I salute you. If I could I’d jump on you and give you a big, slobbery, bloggy kiss, because you did something really good. If you read and couldn’t comment, I understand completely; it was a heartbreakingly beautiful post, so touching and so incredibly brave and to formulate a response seems like an impossible task. But I thank you for reading, just by being here you’ve helped.
That’s it really. It was not my story but I felt very protective of its owner. As I prepped it for publishing I hoped that you would all come and say the things you said, and you exceeded all of my expectations. So, wow, just WOW…. you’re ace #thatsall