Revival of words

I have not posted in a few months. This is not by accident.

Without going into much detail, I will say that a client violated my privacy by researching my personal information and trying to use this blog and my health against me. I was hurt, I was shocked, I was ashamed. I had never felt so violated in my life as I did by this client, who had met me only once. I feared that my attempts at sending the world a positive message of perseverance were lost in my challenges and emotions. I lost confidence in my ability to use words to motivate, and I even lost confidence in the purpose of this blog.  I was unsure if I could continue blogging, for protection of my emotions and also for the protection of my career. Hence, the new URL, some privacy changes, and a long lapse in posting.

But I am here. One angry person's mean, manipulative spirit can slow me down, but it cannot stop me. My message is one of positivity, of hope, of encouragement. I want the world to see me, even without a name.  Here, I lay out my challenges, passions, losses, victories, pain, joy, sarcasm, kindness. It is all here.

Anyone can twist words for their purpose, but ultimately, a person's interpretation of someone else's message often says more about the interpreter than about the author. In case my world view is not clear from the ups and downs of my life, here is a summary.

I choose to see a world of happiness, even when I am in pain.
I choose to see a world of color, even when my brain feels foggy.
I choose to see a world of opportunity, even when my struggles weigh me down.
I choose to see a world of laughter, even when the tears threaten to spill out.
I choose to see a world of kindness, even when some individuals prefer to drive it away.

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