I find it particularly curious at this point when I meet someone for the first time and they tell me that they've read my blog and etc., etc. I've always been pretty transparent out here and have been doing this for a couple years now. As such, there's a lot of my life history out here.
So when someone tells me that they've read my blog, I'm not always 100% clear about what they've taken from it but I do feel like they know an awful lot about me. In some ways it's a bit disarming. In another, very real way, it's actually pretty comforting to me.
The fact is I'm not much different than what you read here on this blog. I'm a sensitive, open, honest, flawed, sometimes happy/sometimes sad, curious, ambitious (at times), bitter (at times), funny, compassionate, fairly smart individual. My views on things will change from time to time but my core belief is permanent.
My core belief is that there is no greater power than love.
I know that you take me to the hardest, most crack-addicted, sociopathic, seemingly hateful individual and I have a strong inner knowing that love can save him or her.
Now I readily admit that I don't always act in a loving way. I stray and I KNOW when I'm doing it (at least I do now, I haven't always known that).
When I don't act lovingly and it involves someone else, I usually have to ask for forgiveness. Interestingly when I'm decimating myself I usually rely on time to take care of those self-inflicted emotional wounds rather than ask forgiveness on that (which by the way, if you're wondering, does not seem to work all that great).
And given the fact that my blog and myself aren't all that different, it means that when I meet someone who tells me "I've read your blog and...." I actually don't really have to worry about what part they read of it because it's all me and I'm not an act....as far as I can tell.