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You know the image of the harried writer, on the edge of complete madness? S/he RIPS the page out of the typewriter, and with every ounce of anger and frustration, crunches it up into an odd-shaped ball and tosses it at the waste basket hoping the next fresh white page will be "the one"
I'm not quite there, not to worry, but I have lost track of how many times I have begun this post -
I have written often about what this blog means to me and what it has brought to my own sobriety. But more significantly, that God would actually use me as a glimmer of hope for a few women trying to find their own way.
So, here's the deal, in one of my classes this morning I listened to a THREE hour lecture - that right there is noteworthy - he usually breaks us into groups, but today he stood there and talked and talked and talked. I caught myself wondering if I had dated the jars we canned last night with the sharpie and if I drew the little jalapeno noting that these jars were of the "dangerous" kind.
But, this professor began discussing social networking, the pitfalls, the dangers, the realities and how this all applies to the population we'll be serving. So, now I'm taking a mental inventory of my social media venues. FB - I may tweak my settings a bit, but my blog? No way!!
And the class, well the non-traditional students (that's just a nice way of saying "the old ladies and men"), began sharing their own stories of how social media had sabotaged someones career. Still, I'm thinking, NO WAY WILL I SHUT MY BLOG DOWN... I'm not gonna lie, the stories were heart wrenching, unfair, unkind, and MEAN!
So, I begin the drive home; didn't even realize I had not inserted my Bruce CD until I got home. It was a "thinking" drive. I had begun imagining the stories I heard, placed myself as the counselor, and my blog as the target.
Moreover, there are a couple of
Back to journaling....
I still may cancel FB - I worry about my lack of internet sophistication, to where I may think I am set up secure, when in reality, I'm not.
"Change only happens when the pain of holding on is greater than the fear of letting go."