When you write your story on a blog you are offering up the opportunity for others to plunge themselves into your story, to come in and walk awhile in your life.
It is amazing the types of responses you get from others when you display your life on a blog.
Some come in and bare some of our pain, add bits of wisdom and cheer us on. These experienced travelers lend us their strength that helps us continue forward. These cheerleaders are priceless.
And the other half or maybe three fourths are out to make our truth into lies by showing us their side.
What is a lie to one side seems to be the truth to the other.
That is why there are two sides.
And the truth stands alone. However, depending upon which side you are standing on you will look upon it differently. Very few will face the truth head on.
What I didn’t know in the beginning is that the reader is made to explore their own lives and feel if what you say is true for them or not.
That half of writing is reading.
The reading part I wasn’t paying attention to, for I was the writer part. I didn’t know how the reader would feel reading what I wrote and I never paid attention to that and still won’t.
I am not writing for the reader’s ease or comfort or even their understanding. I am writing for me. What I am doing is offering a view of my online journal to all who chose to read.
It validates my life to put it in writing, for I am in a sea of known strangers who can’t seem to understand me, and if I didn’t have this space to connect to, sometimes I would feel like I am disconnected and floating in space.
I need this connection to anchor me to me.
You fail to realize how much your life gets anchored by others, until there is no place to hook into.
In the beginning it felt like I was the only one who was seeing reality with my view. I was looking with eyes unshielded and others had these weird lenses that contorted even simple things into complex issues.
They looked at reality through the lenses of family and religion, and if it didn’t fit that mold, it was reconfigured.
I took off the glasses of family and religion, setting them aside, and life took on whole different view.
For the first time I could see life outside of the frames of religion and family. I could see independently.
I no longer had to make reality fit into their rules and traditions; instead life got to flow free.
It didn't have to work for family or for the religion, it just had to be.
It was amazing and scary and horrific. To now see what I hadn’t seen with the lenses on.
I can tell when people read my story with the lenses on or with the lenses off.
I am writing without a lens…and can’t help how others see it.
I just know that you can change my story to say something else if you are wearing the lenses of family or the lenses of the FALC.
It matters and it will change how you view me.
But what doesn’t change is how I view myself, for I am lens free!
I M Perfect lady 